Journal Entries of The Escort

Entry 3

January 30th
2:04am
Location: America?

I had a hard time sleeping on the plane. There was loud snoring and I couldn't Rest In Peace.

Ill mannered people...

Kiko was softly snoring to the side of me and I was jealous of her for being able to sleep through this with such ease.

The night clouds from the view was beautiful. It was a mix of navy blue, dark grey and tinted teal. I don't think I've been this high up before... it made me consider how high the stars are if we're above the clouds and we still can't see the stars.

I should've finished school. I bet Kiko knows that already about the stars being so high up.

"You should try and get some rest, Ayumi-San," my sister repositions herself looks up at me.

"I'm not comfortable," I said plainly and my eyes scanned all the passengers.

"Where in the states are going to land?" I looked out the window again.

"Manhattan, New York. Paris will be waiting for our arrival. Did you bring everything?" Kiko's eyes glistened and I smirked as I gripped my bare hands..

"I brought it all," I stared out the window.

Kiko scoots a little closer to me to prop her head on my shoulder as she hides herself underneath layers of her scarf.

It was weird how I was so uncomfortable earlier but my sister's company made things easier..

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"Ayumi-Sannnnn, you have to get up," my sister tugged at my arm and I groaned.

"Ayumi- San," my sister flicked my forehead and I immediately jumped up to my feet out of annoyance.

My stance changed when I realized we were standing in the middle of an empty plane. A flight attendant passed by trying to hide her giggle when she looked at me and Kiko tried not to laugh as well.

I took my phone and used it as a mirror to see if there was anything on my face. A giant red mark on the side of my cheek was imprinted from the chair I fell asleep on.

Damn squishy cheeks.

"Let's hurry up and head out. We don't want to keep Paris waiting," Kiko hands me my luggage.

Surprisingly, American airports are not that different- they're still busy, but... in its own little barbaric sense.

"It's nice to finally meet you two," a woman approaches us with two men dressed in a black suit. She was dressed a bit more casual; a silk scarf wrapped her messy bun and she had black dramatic shades. A silk blue button up blouse, denim jeans with black stiletto heels.

She must be the European woman Kiko found for us to work for. I remained quiet and bowed assertively.

My sister just greeted them with a smile and handshake.

"I take it that you're the fluent one in English," the woman has a pleasant smile.

What was her name?

"Yes Ms. Paris, please don't discriminate against my oldest sister. She dropped out and became freelance in bounty hunting and assassination at a very young age just to make sure I had enough money and resources to continue my education. Big sister is very good at what she does, she won't disappoint," Kiko speaks up for me.