I Fell In Love with a Minority!

The SOuL PLaNE

For the last five hours, we've been in the air and Lori has not stopped talking to me. A lot has happened in these five hours, so I'll reflect a little on just what I was pulled into.

Once I got on the plane, THE Lori Harvey just started talking to me like we knew each other our whole lives. I was shocked, but flattered. She first introduced herself and then welcomed me on what she called "The Soul Plane." I chuckled on the inside, but cringed on the outside.

She then advised me to call my mom (which I did) to make sure nothing seemed suspicious (but it was). Next, she turned on some Chris Lane (as background music, she said) and began giving me a tour of the really nice jet and showed me where I can freshen up—there's a whole shower on this jet! She also apologized for not being able to bring my clothes because they couldn't break into BT. Instead, she bought me a bunch more new clothes and necessities and hoped that I was happy with it.

I'm grateful, but I'm not happy.

She also explained how she was an assistant for Michael and she's here to make sure everything runs smoothly. Figuring out that she was not done talking, I played interested because maybe I can get answers out of her. When I asked why are they taking me, she just assured me that they won't hurt me because it's girl code. Then I asked where they were taking me, and she said that she would tell me if she could.

After getting those stale answers and learning that I could shower, I tuned her out for the rest of the "tour" and waited until she took a breath. That was hour two. Simultaneously, we also landed to refuel the jet and make sure everything functioned. They should've did this in Nebraska, but apparently we were in a hurry.

"It's a big, big trip! We have to make sure everything is working well before we're up and over the sea!" Lori says with a grin.

"Over the sea?" I yelled, "Where are y'all taking me?"

"Oh, I've said too much." And that was the first time I've heard her silent for more than eight seconds. I try to take this as my time to leave, but she starts back up again. 15 minutes later, we take off, and so far, we've been in the air for 3 more hours.

It seems like everything on this jet— from the candy to the windows— Lori has an unrelated story for. So, that's where I am now. After an hour of listening to her, Pac got up, shook his head, and went to another seat. I should've followed.

Here's some things I'm currently processing:

I still don't know where I'm going.

I still don't know why they want me.

I still don't know how Michael B Jordan is involved in all this.

I still haven't turned in that paper for Chinese civ (maybe I'll use that as an excuse for Lori to stop talking to me).

Also, if they would've killed me, they had multiple chances, so I'm not as threatened by them.

Lori's gotten up to use the restroom, so I finally move my seat and start working on the paper.

***

It's pretty late into the evening now, and while I'm not as on edge, I am getting pretty tired. I finished the paper about an hour ago, and since then, I've just been listening to the Over It album to calm my nerves. Everyone else is asleep, so I finally get an ounce of peace. I'm not sure what the time is, because we're literally over an ocean right now, but I'm getting more tired by the minute.

Just as I was closing me eyes, I thought that maybe, this is my chance!

Pac is across the aisle to my left, and Lori is near the back of the jet. Both have been carrying a suspicious folder that maybe holds the information I'm looking for. I unbuckle myself and get up to look for any sort of information on my two biggest questions since I got into this. Not gonna lie, I's rather be caught by Lori than Pac— she seems so innocent and cheerful, so I don't think she'll be that mad.

I carefully make my way over to her seat, taking small steps because the jet is kind of dark right now. The folder is sitting neatly on the table in front of her. It's thin, but can be my golden ticket to finally getting my answers. I turn around once more to check that Pac is asleep, and I check Lori's eye's, too.

I crouch down and look up at her. She mumbles something, but her eyes are still closed. That girls talks that much even in her sleep. I quietly chuckle and slowly reach for the folder.

I'm inching my hand forward, slowly, and precisely.

I almost have it, but I'll have to drag it off of the table.

Just one more pull, and it's mine.

Success!

I quickly open the folder and happily, I couldn't find much information on me. I'm not sure if I should be relieved because then how will they know so much about me? They just have my name and a copy of my ID— still no answer as to why me. I find Lori's passport and even my own passport. There's a list of things I like and a separate list of things I hate. There's a couple random pictures of Michael, a todo list, and a few random notes. I keep sifting until I find something and my mouth drops.

A travel itinerary.

To Zagreb.

Croatia.