Eliza's Lens: A Narrative Fiction

“Attention,” demanded an unpleasantly sweet voice over the intercom. “Final boarding of flight seven-nine-eight, Chicago to London. Again, final boarding!” The warning seemed more satirical than concerned. It was as though the announcer was watching Eliza, who was currently begging for her mother’s attention, struggle with mild amusement.
“Mum!” Eliza cried, throwing herself into the view of her mother, Jocelyn. “That’s us! We need to go, like, now!” The two had been held back by security due to Jocelyn’s outrageous amounts of jewelry. Eliza thought the number of necklaces and bracelets her mother always wore was impractical, but Jocelyn dismissed it as stylish.
Eliza’s mother waved her hand disdainfully. “Go to the gate and make them hold …show more content…
This behavior was quite frequent from Jocelyn, but it bothered Eliza nonetheless. Eliza’s mother had forced her to move with her to the United States, for the English weather was ‘far too dreary.’ Currently, their visas had run out, and they were on their way home to London. Eliza was happy to be out of the States, but her mother was in no rush to board the plane back to the UK. Jocelyn rarely took Eliza’s opinion into consideration, even when it involved moving to an entirely different country. Either way, Eliza took off down the airport’s wide hallways, refusing to give her mother another way to prolong their …show more content…
“We’re going to land in London, and then what? My mum’s in Chicago, and I vividly remember her getting on this flight.”
The flight attendant shrugged before moving onto the next row. Eliza almost screamed.
“Aren’t you going to do something?”
“Well,” Bethany said, “you seem like a sufficient young lady. You should be fine by yourself. I also notice your accent. You obviously know the city.”
“This is absurd,” Eliza yelled. “I’m fourteen! You’re supposed to help me. This isn’t a movie or anything. You have to help me.”
The flight attendant sneered. “I don’t have to do anything, little girl. We’ll contact the authorities when we land. And, by the way, I tried to help you, but you were knocked out cold. I also searched your mother through the system, and she didn’t even check in. So I don’t know what you’re playing at, but it’s getting old.” Bethany ignored Eliza the rest of the flight, only speaking after the plane landed. “Stay put. The authorities should be here

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