My Classified Life

Chapter Twenty-One: It Feels Good To Be Bad

At 1 pm the next day all five of us were packed and ready for the long plane ride. Brit carried many suitcases with her and I assumed that she wasn't going to be coming home afterwards. The whole mission was bittersweet for all of us as we climbed into the Raven once again and were greeted by it's clean edges and modern interior. Inside I plopped down on the big black couch and nuzzled up to one of the red pillows. Brit organized the some 7 trunks she had brought on board. I watched as Christina slipped in a cartoon movie I hadn't seen in a while and plopped down on the spot next to me. Sammy joined in minutes later.

I cannot stress how boring plane rides are. I'd been on about a billion in my life at that point and they had become the dullest part of my life. The only thing you can do for upwards of 18 hours is watch movies, sleep, and maybe get in a little homework if you find the drive to. The rest of the flight passed in a casual way as we each did our own thing. I commenced in trying to watch all four Pirates of the Caribbean movies and Christina slept most of the way. Sammy got hyperactive and started to burn off some excess energy with the non-mobile bike mom had brought in just for her. Brit sat by herself and went over the mission until she bored herself to sleep and mom spent the whole time either on the phone or reading one of her many boring novels.

We were getting way to used to each other in my opinion.

I caught up on some sleep near the end of the flight and woke up when Brit was shaking my shoulders vigorously.

“Wake up!” she shouted in my ear.

“Get your filthy hands off of me! I'm awake you dummy!” I yelled back and Brit let go of me.

I sat up on one of the bunk beds in the corner of the main room and looked at the small wall clock.

“We have at least another hour before we land.” I stated.

“I want you guys to get in character and your costumes.”

“Oh, right the folders you gave us yesterday.”

“Yes, the folders.” Brit slung a large suitcase over to where I sat on the bed at it clunked as it hit the floor. “This is yours. Go put it on in the dressing room.”

I got up slowly and stretched out before grabbing the heavy thing and dragging it over to the bathroom while muttering under my breath “Yes, drill sergeant.”

I heaved the heavy bag up on the counter in the bathroom and took a look inside of it. It looked like she'd stolen it from Marc Jacobs himself. Inside lay four different pairs of high boots, three large purses, a huge make up bag, and 6 different styles of black leggings. I gawked at the items before me as I could tell they were all designer and more expensive that anything in my wardrobe. A knock on the door broke my trance. I opened the white door and Brit thrusted a dress that hung on a hanger at me.

“Here, I forgot this.”

I took hold of the dress and examined it. It was white with a black graphic design that had hints of blue tones in it and it was beautiful.

“Brit, this is amazing, and for once it's totally me.”

“Yeah, well you were miserable in the other dress I gave you. But it seemed like you enjoyed that pink one you bought.. so I had trouble getting you something to wear. You like it?”

“Like it? I love it!”

“Good. Now pick out which boots, legging, and purse you want to go with it. I'll manage the accessories and makeup.” She closed the door and left me to change out of my sweatpants and into the dress. I put on the lacy black leggings, mid length black boots, and a sleek black bag to match.