chance | s.w au

prologue

Omaha, Nebraska | June 21, 2016 | Eppley Airfield

Countless planes had flew out and into Eppley Airfield, countless planes from New York had flew in and out as well.

However, only three of those flights would ever have Celina Grace Desa aboard it.

The pale girl walked into the airport from the connecting tunnel to her flight, a flustered look appearing on her face.

She stood out from the other girls her age that were leaving the flight, in the building already or even in the rest of Omaha.

Black sunglasses shaded her big eyes, and her plump lips were stained a dark rose pink color.

She wore a black, long sleeve romper that had short bottoms, along with black high heels.

If she wasn't so young, you'd think she was someone very important, which maybe was foreshadowing for how her future would go.

The girl confidently walked through the unfamiliar place, earning looks of confusion, jealousy and want.

Suddenly, a boy with bright blonde hair collided with the tiny girl. Her small body fell on to the ground and she looked up at him from the ground, pushing the large glasses down the bridge of her nose, her large hazel eyes judging him silently.

"I'm so sorry!" The boy yelled, not really taking in the girl's appearance until she was standing before him.

"Damn, are you lost or something?" He asked, scoffing a little, the girl quickly realizing how this was supposed to be charming.

"Or something." The girl answered in a melodic voice, pushing past the boy with an unimpressed look etched on to her stunning features.

He quickly turned around and smirked a little at the mystery girl, not bothering to follow.

Omaha was a small town, and news about a girl like that being in a town like this would get to him fast enough.

He'd get his chance.