The Gang Girl

Chapter 1- Flying Home

AN// Here's chapter 1 guys, enjoy. It's a little long, although I have a tendency to do that. Tell me if you want shorter chapters, longer chapters. Whatever makes you happy. Outfit as described furthur down//

As I step through the automatic doors of the airport, I lift my head and look around me.

4 exits, I'm already standing in one of them.

The airport is not crowded but in no way is it empty. People are dashing to and fro and children are either clinging to their parents or running around.

I step out of the doorway and guide my suitcase to the back of the check-in line and move with the flow of the people. I finally make my way to a counter and lift my suitcase and duffle bag onto the thing that weighs and then takes my bags to the baggage cart so they can be put on the plane.

The lady at the counter smiles at me as I hand her my passport. Black hair, blue eyes. Pretty. I adjust the straps of my carry-on luggage while she gets my boarding pass ready. She hands my passport and boarding pass to me with a smile. No words are exchanged, thank god because I am not in the mood for the light, useless conversation. I give a curt nod to her as I stuff the passport and pass into the back pocket of my black skinny jeans and walk away from the counter, looking straight ahead, but always noticing. Noticing everything around me. Nothing goes unnoticed.

The heel of my black combat boot clicks on the floor as I walk towards the border security, but it doesn't draw any attention. People are too wrapped up in their own existence to pay any attention the girl wearing a red flannel worn open to show a black shirt, black ripped skinny jeans and black combat boots.

Entering the border security room, I lift my head and look around. The line is so long which is ridiculous. Did the number of people in the airport multiply or did these people just get here before me?

I step forward in the line and make my way towards a bench to fill out my declaration of citizenship form thing and before long, I'm standing in front of some scowling guy whose going over my paperwork before waving me into customs. Now the fun begins. The line remains long and while I'm waiting, a flash of blue catches my attention. What the...

His hair. His hair is blue with splashes of his original icy blonde appearing here and there. This young man had dyed his hair blue.

It looks... Surprisingly good.

I shake my head at my musings and make my way to the front of the line and start dumping my crap into the slider trays. Electronics in one, bag in another, and sadly, my boots. They were going to beep if I kept them on so I always save myself the spotlight and take them off and besides, I love walking around in just my socks. The looks of disapproval on people's faces were comical and I honestly didn't give a shit about the opinion of people I'll never see again.

I shuffle through the body scanner and smirk when it doesn't beep.

I reclaim my things and go over to a table so I can put my shoes back on. After doing that, I shove my electronics back into my bag and take the trays back to the customs people so they can keep being used. I make my way through to the waiting area and dump my stuff at an available seat before going off to find some food to eat now and snacks for the plane.

After an hour of waiting, I finally board the plane and take my seat. Which, by the way, is the window seat. Hell yeah. Achievement.

I'm wriggling around in my seat when my neighbours sit down in the seats next to me. A businessman takes the aisle seat while the blue-haired boy takes the middle seat.

I give the guy a nod as a greeting, to which he returns.

This was going to be a long flight.

At least, we might get along.