Like Ghosts In The Sun

I have always found air travel to be quite disconcerting. It's always worse when you know that something as terrifying as a soon-to-be stepfather is waiting at the other end. A man who I know nothing about is worming his way into my life and my home and, as a result of this, I am sitting inside an aeroplane, flying through the night sky on my way to Los Angeles.
My mother sits to my left. I sit next to the window. To the left of my mother is an anonymous man who I have no intention of communicating with.
My mother leans over to me and says quietly, "You're gonna love LA, I promise. You'll make new friends."
I snort. "Unlikely." I gaze out the window. The sky is black but you can still see the outlines of the clouds in the moonlight. It's kind of sadly beautiful.
Mum sighs. "Look, I'm sorry you don't want to be here, but it'll be nice to have a fresh start, you know?"
I look over towards my mum. "Mum, do you honestly think that I'd be able to make any friends?"
She opens her mouth to speak, but stops herself. Even she thinks that I can't make friends.
I only had 2 friends back in London. Meri and Jason. We spent most of our lives on our longboards, just rolling around town. It doesn't sound like much fun, but the time I spent with them really was the best time of my life. God, I already miss Jason's ridiculous haircut... and Meri's obsession with liquid eyeliner... These are the small things I never thought I'd miss... but I really do.
I sigh and put the headphones over my ears. I remove the remote from the aeroplane's armrest and flick through the music file. I put on some All Time Low and close my eyes, the sound flowing through my ears as I slowly fall asleep.

"Annie," I hear my mum say. I open my eyes. "Annie, honey, what do you want for breakfast?" mum asks. I hate it when she calls me Annie, but I just cannot be bothered bringing it up anymore. I look at the small selection of disgusting looking breakfast foods and settle for soggy, tasteless waffles and a cup of coffee which, frankly, tastes like cat piss. After a few minutes, a stewardess comes around and collects my platter, which is still mostly full. A man speaks through the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing in roughly one hour, so please ensure that you are prepared."
I open my eyes and take my sweater out of my backpack. I slide it over my arms and pull it down, then I push the sleeves up to just above my elbows. I start to think about why we had to leave in the first place. Mum never really explained it properly, but, from what I have gathered, we are leaving because mum's ex-boyfriend (my father) had come looking for us. And that was not a good thing. My mum had an internet boyfriend who we're moving in with. I actually think he's awful. I also think they're going to get married. Maybe I should stop thinking for a while. I turn my music player back on. I slide down the list of albums and tap on Forever Halloween by The Maine. I hit shuffle and it skips straight to my favourite song from the album, Happy.
My mum glances at me, then says "An, turn your music down. I can hear it from over here, even with the plane's engines."
"Turning down your music is a sign of weakness." I reply sassily.
She laughs quietly, before returning to whatever she was doing before. I never really pay attention. Mum pauses for a moment, before leaning over to me and whispering, "Look, it's Alex Gaskarth!"
"WHERE?" I shout. Everyone stares at me. "Mum, you don't joke about that kind of thing."
She laughs again. I do not. Ok, maybe a little.

A few minutes later, the plane begins to descend. The plane lands. I pick up my backpack and slide a strap over my right shoulder, before following mum out the door and down the steps. We go through customs and all that, then we go through to find, ugh, there he is. Pete, mum's boyfriend. They hug and then he tries to hug me. I look at him disapprovingly. Like, no, get away from me, filthy peasant. I'm queen of this shit.

I hate this place already.

Notes

A/N: This was a story I posted on Wattpad, but I didn't know where I was going with it so I've turned it into a MCR fic and put it on here. Yay.
Anyway, I hope you like the story. I've tried to make it as grammatically correct as possible. But if the story's shit, tell me, because there's no point continuing it if it's shit.