Me again. :(

Yes. It is I, Willow Clarice Pine. Again. So, I JUST read my twin sister's post, and she is HIGHLY insulting! I am well aware that I am a hermit, but one shouldn't ANNOUNCE that to the world! Well, anyway, I will tell you about my plane ride, and how I 'like' things here in America. :( So, I was, as usual, reading my favorite book of ALL time, Pride and Prejudice, when I got a call from my father. "Willow, I won't be coming home for at least a few months, and I want you to visit the OTHER part of your family in America. You can come back in a few months when I call you again. There is a taxi waiting out front for when you're ready." He told me. He sounded seriously ill. "Yes, father." I hung up the phone, tears welling in my eyes. My only friend may not survive, and I can't even stay with him? He's my father, and he's ill. I don't want to go to America! Not to sound insulting, but yes. I DON'T want to visit America! Even for just a few months! I want to stay with my father... I don't want to see anyone else. I walked over to my bed and sobbed on my favourite maroon coloured pillow. I decided to pull out my suitcase, and pack in some things I thought I needed. I started with my books. I had only put in my favourite fifty, when I realized I wouldn't be able to fit in any clothes! I pulled out a carry on bag, and put twenty books in there. There was enough room for my toothbrush, toothpaste, two outfits, socks, and a pair of shoes now in my suitcase. I decided that I could probably just buy some more necessities in America, so I zipped the suitcase. I trudged down the spiral staircase, and I walked over to the front door. I can't believe I had never noticed the fancy woodwork and how tall the door was! It was magnificent! My gaze happened to go right at a man in a black suit and a taxi driver hat waiting for me. I walked over to the back door, and I climbed in. The man took my suitcases, and he threw it in the trunk. This was only my third time in an automobile! The drive was a long ways to the airport, but I managed. I walked in the front doors, where a lot of people stared at me. I am pretty sure it's because my father is an author, and people know me from his occupation. I went to the desk with the lady at it, and I got my bags checked. I'm SERIOUSLY glad I didn't put soup cans in my bag! I grabbed my carry-on bag, and I went over to terminal 18 to New York. I sat there happily, reading my book, when I heard that first class was boarding. I grabbed my travel wallet, carry on bag, and my book(which I put back into my bag,) and walked to this... mechanical device. The lady there took my ticket, and put it in this device, as I watched a blue light flash over my ticket. My ticket was returned, and I walked through this hall-way until I came across a plane. I've only heard of these flying mechanisms, but I had no idea they were real! I reluctantly stepped aboard the plane, and looked for seat A-1. It was next to a window, which wouldn't help my fear of heights. I sat into this carpet-lined seat, and I leaned back. Nothing had happened! This kind man pulled this lever, and he helped me lean back. He told me that he remembered his first time flying alone, too. I was nervous, because father had told me never to talk to strangers. I listened to the safety information report, and I saw the plane taxiing. When I had noticed the plane was increasing in speed, and on the runway, i began searching for my pack of gum to make sure my ears didn't pop. I found it just as we had began lifting off the ground. I popped a piece in my mouth, and began chewing. I had never chewed gum before! It was really nerve-racking for a while there, when I saw England float away, but I soon saw the wonderful sea. It was truly magnificent! A few tiny specks I recognized as Atlantic seagulls flew by hundreds, if not thousands of feet below, and some wonderful clouds meandered on by. I grabbed my book and began reading. It was hard to see at two in the morning! However, the same gentleman who helped me with my seat turned on the light for me. I thanked him for his troubles. He leaned back in his seat, and put on a fabric object that covers one's eyes. I was then absorbed by my book. When I had had enough of my gum, I spit it into the wrapper and threw it away. I had requested the fruit parfait off the breakfast menu, and I waited for it to come. I had found that reading made me feel sick so I put my book away. My stomach rumbled, and I realized I had forgotten about breakfast! After roughly fifteen minutes, my food was ready, and I daintily lifted the parfait mouth. It was one of the best parfaits I had ever consumed! I was expecting much from airline food, but It wasn't that bad at all! I grabbed my debit card with all my money on it, and I got a check. It wasn't that much. I mean, I still had hundreds of thousands of pounds on my debit card! The plane landed quite roughly, and when I had walked back into the terminal, I had found a girl, about my age, my height, with seven other girls around my age next to her. The girl I mainly looked at had curly blond hair with small side bangs, and hazel eyes. She looked sort of like me, but I had curly red hair and blue eyes. She looked up from this... device, she closed it up and placed it in her satchel. She looked directly at me, and she recognized me right away. Her face lit up, and she ran towards me. I braced for impact, and the seventeen year old told her to be polite. "Yes, Kirsten." The girl replied. She continued toward me, walking this time. She outstretched her hand, and I stared at it peculiarly. She noticed this wasn't helping, so she introduced herself. "My name is Lanie Pine, and I'm your twin sister. You're Willow Clarice Pine, correct?" The girl asked. I cleared my throat. This was my second conversation! "Yes, my name happens to be Willow Clarice Pine, thank you." "Cool! You have a British accent!" The girl told me. "Well, um... thanks?" "Oh, I am probably sounding very rude right now! Do you want to go get some ice cream with my room-mates?" "What's this... iced cream you speak of?" The girl looked stunned. "Come on. I'll show you!" She grabbed my hand and explained the problem to the seventeen year old. The middle school girls had grabbed my luggage from the spinner contraption with other luggage articles on it. "Alright! Come on, girls! Let's show our guest what ice cream is!" All the middle school aged girls followed the teenager to the parking lot. They climbed into another automobile. Lanie sat there, patting the seat next to herself, and looking in my direction. "What?" "Come on in!" I really reluctantly climbed into the automobile, and sat down. I saw this belt type object. "Well, buckle up your seat- oh. You don't have these in England, do you?" The teen asked me. I shrugged. "Well, In North America, we have seat belts to make sure we're safe in an accident. So... Lanie, help your twin with her seat belt!" Lanie made the seat belt click, and I sat there. I pulled out my book, and I began reading. Again. The girls stared at me, wondering how I could be reading! "HOW can you not be BORED out of your MIND reading that crap?!?" This girl with brown skin and black hair yelled. "SONALI! Willow reads all the time! She is very bored at home, so she reads, okay?" Kirsten yelled. Oh, from what happened earlier, I figured out that teenager was Kirsten. Nothing interesting happened after that. Well, except that we pulled up to this puny house, of a mere 1,000 meters! Ugh. I have to LIVE here for a few months?!? I grabbed my luggage, and I stepped into the grass. It was crunchy and yellow. It disgusted me. I walked back over to the concrete. The girls stepped out of the automobile. They grabbed my hand, and dragged me to my room. It was filed with books! BIG books at that! There was a bed, that had maybe twenty books on it, and... WOW! "This is the library. There are roughly one thousand books in here, and many record albums from previous times. You may go anywhere in the room, except for on top of the shelves. Our room is next door, if you need us." Kirsten explained. I unzipped my suitcase, and pulled out my camera, a flashlight, clothes, and tons of books. The girls stared. As I pulled out my father's i... Pad, this curly black haired girl with light skin came up to me. "WHOA! When did you get THAT?" She asked. "Um... this is my father's, and he gave it to me so I could home school myself..." I mumbled. "Well, you're not going to be home schooled anymore! You're going to be going to Shining Star school for Girls from now on!" The girl beamed. I was shocked. What's school? I thought. "Oh, HAVE you EVER been to a real school before?" the girl asked. "No, I've been home schooled for my whole life..." "Well, you'll be in seventh grade with the rest of us now! Isn't it great? You'll have to get caught up, though, because I don't know how smart you are-" "I have an I.Q. of 257, and I'm reading at a college level. I am learning trigonometry in math right now, and I've already passed high school social studies. And I'm not even 13 yet." I stated. The girl was stunned. So was I! I had NEVER spoken to ANYONE like that before! "Well, before this day gets increasingly awkward, I think we better get to bed. it's only 2 A.M. !" Kirsten said. "Actually, It would be 10 A.M. in England right now." "Well, WILLOW, I think you should get used to Eastern Standard time from now on! You have to go to school on Monday!" Kirsten said. "NO! It is breakfast time for me, and I will NOT go to this 'school' place with any of you!" I yelled. Kirsten turned out the lights, and locked my door. I pulled out my flashlight and book, and began reading. I hate America. ~Willow Clarice Pine.