“Sure…”

“Okay we have chicken, beef, and fish.  Which do you prefer?  White or red meat?”

“Ummm, beef please, how much longer is the flight for?”

“It’s for another 2 hours 30 minutes.  And here you go, I see you enjoy red meat.”

She placed the tray in front of Ashley, “enjoy your meal.”  She grazed Ashley’s arm and continued rolling the cart down the aisle.  Ashley poked and prodded at her food lightly until she no longer could look at it. 

Finally a flight attendant came to collect the trays.  Thank God it wasn’t the flirty one.  She smiled thankfully as the woman took away her tray.  Ashley asked for a ginger ale to calm herself.  She was about to see Spencer.  Paula couldn’t keep them away for that long.  Slowly sipping her ginger ale Ashley stared at her watch, counting down the minutes to landing. 

English Class

Spencer’s head bobbed lightly, that may be the umpteenth time she almost fell asleep during English.  She honestly did not care about The Merchant of Venice.  Spencer resumed to looking out the windows in the doors of the classroom.  Staring at…well the hallways. 

“So the question is whether Shylock should be hated, or pitied.  He may have been cruel in demanding a pound of Antonio’s flesh, but he is a Jew.  Antonio discriminated against him for years…”

Spencer, in attempt to keep herself awake looked around the room lazily.  Finding anything interesting to concentrate on.  It was her birthday today… and no one she loved or cared about was here to say happy birthday.  Clay sent her a card.  She picked it up before leaving for school.  It was absolutely sweet, and Chelsea had written in it too.  Her dad also sent her one, it was not so uplifting.

Clay’s card read:

Spence!  So happy birthday birthday girl! You know I love you right? I miss you so much Spencer.  You’re 18 little sister!  All grown up.  Now you’re responsible for your own actions okay? So don’t go getting arrested! =).  I love you little sister.  Stay true to yourself.  I’m proud of you for not letting other’s manipulate your personality.

                 Clay.

Chelsea had written in the card too:

Her girl!  You are 18! Damn you ‘re getting old.  I’m just kidding.  You have to get your white ass back here I’m missing you like crazy girl!  My art studio feels so empty without you coming every now and then!  I love you!