Mary Booth

"Attention passengers," the Pilot said, coming on the intercom. "We have just been advised that we are heading toward some weather patterns that might cause a little turbulence. We are turning on the fasten seatbelt signs. Please return to your seat as soon as you can. Thank you."

“I’m so sorry,” I said, trying to compose myself. I wanted to slap my hand to my forehead for letting that slip. “You just caught me off guard.”

I took a final look outside Heathrow Airport before walking through the entrance. I didn’t want to leave; the week had gone by so fast. Seeing the airport again meant I was heading back to America and the life I didn’t want. I had just spent six days exploring London and surrounding cities with my best friend, Serena.