This is the first time I’ve heard from Megan all week. Even though I haven’t been to school since the play—she hasn’t bothered asking if I’m OK. Even Ollie sent me a message on Facebook to see if I was all right. There’s no apology about the video either, although she did take it down from her page.
I turn off my phone and put it in my bag. If Ocean Strong had an embarrassing video of her put online, what would she do? I picture my alter ego laughing it off before leaping on her surfboard and heading off in search of new adventure. And suddenly something weird happens—I start feeling really good about myself. Some rubbish things have happened to me recently but I haven’t let them beat me. And not only have I not let them beat me but I’m going off to New York to have an adventure. I might be clumsy and panicky and make some terrible underwear choices but what I’m about to do is actually pretty cool. I am pretty cool, because I am Ocean Strong.
Chapter Thirteen
Thankfully, all four of us are seated together in the middle section of the plane and I’m sandwiched in between Elliot and Dad. This instantly makes me feel safe but as soon as the plane engines start firing up I feel that horrible tightness start gripping at my throat.
“So, tell me more about Ocean Strong,” Elliot whispers in my ear.
“She’s got a really cool surfboard,” I say, gripping onto the armrests.
Elliot nods appreciatively. “That’s nice. I think she needs some kind of catchphrase too.”
The pilot’s voice comes over the PA system. “Flight attendants, prepare for take-off.” His voice is deep and clear, and reassuringly reminds me of Dad’s.
“What do you mean?” I say to Elliot.
“Well, like Batman says, ‘To the Batmobile, Robin,’ and Judge Dredd says, ‘I am the law.’?”
“Oh. Right.”
The engines are screaming now and the plane starts to move.
I close my eyes and rack my brains for an Ocean Strong catchphrase.
“And the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles had ‘Cowabunga’ and Lobo has ‘Bite me, fanboy.’?”
I open my eyes and glare at Elliot. “I am not having ‘Bite me, fanboy’ as my catchphrase!”
The plane starts hurtling down the runway. I get a flashback to our car screeching across the road in the rain and I hear Mum screaming. I turn to look at her but she’s chatting and smiling to Dad.
“How about ‘Here I come to save the day’?” Elliot asks.
“Whose catchphrase was that?”
“Mighty Mouse.”
I laugh. “Ocean Strong can’t have the same catchphrase as Mighty Mouse!”
“?‘My spider-sense is tingling’?” Elliot suggests with a grin.
Now I’m laughing and scared all at once. The plane is tilting up into the air and the ground is sliding away.
“You OK?” Elliot whispers, placing his hand over mine.
I nod and grit my teeth. “Please can you keep telling me catchphrases to take my mind off it?”
Elliot’s eyes light up. “Of course!”
By the time the plane has stopped climbing, I know the catchphrases of every single superhero from Captain America to Wonder Woman to Wolverine.
“All right, Pen?” Dad says, looking at me anxiously.
I nod and smile, and think to myself that having Mum and Dad and Elliot makes me the luckiest girl alive . . . as long as we make it through this flight alive.
Elliot turns out to be the best flight companion ever. He just talks and talks for the whole six hours. Even when we watch a movie together, he provides a hilarious running commentary all the way through. And at the odd moments where I feel myself starting to get anxious, like when the seat-belt sign pings on when we hit a spot of turbulence, I just focus on my breathing and conjure up the image of Ocean Strong in my head.
As the flight attendants prepare for landing, I feel a shiver of excitement mixed in with my fear. As the plane descends, the people in the window seats start peering out but I stay staring straight ahead at the back of the seat in front of me. I am strong just like the ocean, I say over and over in my head. And then suddenly there’s a slight jolt and we’re on the ground. I’m so happy and relieved I want to cry.
“We made it,” I whisper to Elliot. “We’re here.”
As we get up to go, I glance out of the plane window and catch my breath. Everything looks so American—from the long-nosed silver trucks to the men working on the wheel of the plane next to ours, with their navy-blue baseball caps and cargo pants.
Elliot’s grin is so wide it practically reaches his ears. “We’re in New York,” he whispers excitedly. “We’re in New York!”
Even having to wait almost two hours to get through customs doesn’t dampen our enthusiasm. As we join the queue for a taxi, Elliot and I keep grinning at each other and shaking our heads in disbelief.
“I can’t believe we’re really here,” Elliot keeps saying again and again, clapping his hands together.
As I watch the bright yellow taxis speeding off with their passengers, I feel as if the plane has plonked us down right in the middle of a movie set. Everything looks so different—and yet so familiar. Poor Mum doesn’t look very excited, though; pretty much as soon as we landed she had to start making calls to people about the wedding. Right now she’s on the phone to Sadie Lee—the woman in charge of the catering. Apparently there’s been some kind of problem getting the quail for the Downton Abbey–style menu.
“OK, well I suppose that will have to do,” she says, pacing up and down beside us. “And don’t forget the custard for the bread pudding.”
Dad goes over and places a hand on Mum’s shoulder. She leans into his shoulder. In all my fear and excitement, I’d kind of forgotten that Mum is actually here to work. I go over and join them for a group hug.
Finally, we reach the front of the queue.
“Where to?” the driver says, jumping out of the cab. He’s dark and swarthy and wearing a black jumper, jeans, and a serious scowl.
“The Waldorf Astoria, please,” Dad says, causing Elliot to have another clapping fit.