The Flight Home

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As Sibyla stepped off the plane with Skìlla, a gentle breeze blew trough the blonde's beautiful hair. She had been able to buy a trip home to Rennes with her school funds, and wanted to visit her mom and breathe the wonderful French air again. The beautiful surroundings were still unnoticed by the girl; because her ability to see was gone. But bein blind was no trouble to her, as the power she inherited from her father helped her get around, but her guide dog was a huge help, and the big furball Skìlla is was just so sweet, except when scared. But as her heeled boots clicked softly on the tiles, she followed the crowd to the lobby where families met up in the airport.


Once in the lobby, Sibyla had found a coffee cart, like a Starbucks or such. Being thirsty for a nice hot chocolate persuaded her to get one. "Puis-je avoir un chocolat chaud, s'il vous plaît?" With a yes from the cashier, a few moments later she was sitting at a small table they had set up in the huge area, sipping the delicious refreshment delicately. Her anorexic figure made her not want really anything, but she would still drink something every few days or so. Yup, food was strictly out of Sibyla's schedule.


But while her dog was cuddling her right leg while she sipped, her thoughts traveled to what she had been told. An escort would be there to get her to the hotel purchased with the trip, and the French currency Sibyla had with her made it easy to go shopping and pay for her purchases. The blind eyes she had were darting between her cup and Skìlla, the disability she posessed making it unable for her brain to process the sights. While she sat there, she could feel teenage boys eyeing her, knowing the problem with French boys flirting all too well.


Cain Johnothan. Her thoughts traveled to him and how he sounded hurt at her absence, and she had to admit. The feelings reserved for Cain were different than they were than what she reserved for regular friends. The tall boy was someone she could trust as a hiding spot, and he was definitely a sweet guy who Sibyla enjoyed greatly. But feelings for those at Beata made no sense here, as being over 1,000 miles from the school shut her off from communication or usable thoughts. So what she would be doing now was the waiting game, hoping her escort could find her quickly.