As the plane started it's descent into Tulsa International Airport, Zac and I could feel the eyes of our parents on us. We had gotten into quite a bit of trouble for waking up the airplane. Shirley had woken up Mom and Dad to tell them to keep an eye on us, so that we would (hopefully) stay out of trouble. I don't get what the big deal is. They all would have woken up eventually, so why not speed up the process a bit?

Anyways, like I was saying, because of the reaction of the girl in the back, they had everyone wait while we got off of the plane. There was an escort of airport security guards waiting for us. As we stepped out of the boarding hallway, the crowd closed in on us. The noise was deafening. Zac stepped closer to me. I looked at some of the people (or should I say girls? Since 99% of the crowd was female) mobbing us. . . let me just say this, if looks could kill, I'd be dead a thousand times over.

I pressed closer to Zac. These girls were scary. He provided a feeling of safety. I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me. I wouldn't let anything happen to him either. . . but it was kind of hard to be protective when a bunch of girls are trying to kill you.

We went through baggage claim and picked up our luggage. That was one of my fears lifted. My bags had made it to the same destination as me and hadn't been shipped to somewhere in Africa or left in Vancouver. My computer and stuff from my room was to be driven down by moving truck. It would probably make it to Tulsa within two-three weeks.

Next was customs. I had kind of been wondering about that on the plane. I had a Canadian Passport, and as far as I knew I was going to be living in the States for awhile. They took me through the US citizen cutsoms and we got through no problems. Maybe all the citizenship paperwork and what not had already been completed or something.

Thank goodness the mob of girls couldn't follow us through that part, but as soon as we stepped out of the customs area, the screaming could be heard once again.

We ducked into a waiting van, glad to be able to escape from the incessant screaming if only temporalily. Zac and I were sitting in the captain seats. Dad was driving and Mom was in the passenger seat. As we drove through Tulsa, Zac started a running commentary of the sights and sounds.

"And over here is the. . ." Zac trailed off as he noticed Nikki had fallen asleep. Leaning against his shoulder. He stared out the window, all that had happened in the past few days, starting to sink in. . .

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A car drove up the driveway of a three-story red-brick house. Inside a stir arose as a call rang out through the house from little Mackenzie Hanson, "THEY HOME!!!"

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