Sky High

Chapter 2: Tricolor Recruit

Sqeak! The taxi made a screeching noise as it stopped. "Alright Miku this is your stop." I wish you the best of luck." Mr. Ranson stated in a sweet tone. "How much must I pay you?" I replied. "Oh no you don't need to pay me! "Consider this a treat from me," Mr. Ranson insisted. "Really! Thank you so much!" I smiled at him as I closed the door. I looked up at the tall building with the shiny bright words tricolor airline with a neon glow.

The building seemed to be made out of an expensive stone and lots of shiny transparent metal. I looked on the outside of the building to embrace the bright neon colors all over the airline. I walked up the clear luster steps. Automatic doors opened up for me and a gust of loud noise filled my ears.

As the door opened a sign with the words Welcome to Tricolor Airline were glowing. I immediately went to a build board with a map of the whole airport and all the gates. I decided to make my way to the front desk at one of the gates. "Hello mam can you help me?" I asked politely. "Of course I can. Now how may I assist you?" "I'm here for the Tricolor pilot recruit and I'm not to sure where to go," I replied looking puzzled. "Let me check my computer," the lady replied. "Ah, yes you need to go to the area where your able to get on the runway. Once there there will be a gate that does not let you pass unless you have a tricolor recruit pass. Which I'm assuming you do?" The lady said taking a close look at me. "Yes I do. Thanks for your help!". "No problem at all," she replied with a calm tone. I grabbed my suitcase and checked the map on the bill board once again. The runway was far but if I started walking I knew I could make it by 5:30 pm.

"Dam I'm so hungry," I whispered to myself. I spotted a taco bell in the distance. I ran over as fast as I could. "How may I help you?" The lady in the taco bell outfit said in a grumpy tone. "A beef taco with a sprite please," I replied. She handed me the number 2 and I walked over to a table. "Number 2!" The employee lady yelled. I got up and got my wallet ready. "How much will this be?" "It will be $5.99," she replied. As I took my wallet put of my pocket my elbow hit the soda. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I said in a caring tone. "You bitch! Now I have to clean all this sticky crap up because of you!" She yelled. "Mam im...!" Before I could even finish my sentence she punched me right in the face. The impact felt like a bull charged right into me. I fell to the floor with a thump. Everybody eating got up and just stared. "Stupid bitch!" She hollered. "Help!" A young man screamed. A police man ran over to see me on the floor with minor injuries. "What the hell happened here!" The officer demanded. "This stupid bitch spilled soda on the dam floor!" The employee lady yelled. The police officer helped me up and took a napkin to wipe the blood off my face. The officer jumped over the counter and put handcuffs on her. He called for backup on his walkie-talkie to rake her away. "Are you ok?" He asked me. "I think but I need to start walking again," I said feeling dizzy. "Where are you going?" "I need to go to the runway for the tricolor recruit," I replied. "Really? How about I take you there on my mini airport car." "Really?! Thanks so much!" I replied almost falling over from the pain on my face. I hopped on the back of his golf car looking vehicle and we started moving towards the runway gate.