Bad Kidz

Marina walked down the aisle of the airplane, bag swinging in one hand and her heart thumping in excitement. She walked past two flight attendants, maybe in their mid thirties, doing crosswords inside a gossip magazine.

Finally she reached her seat, in the cramped economy section. Sitting beside her seat was a tall, tanned girl with blonde hair, who appeared to be around the same age as herself.

"Hey, I'm Marina," she smiled at the girl.
"Hello! My name is Anya," she replied politely through a thick and unrecognizable accent.
"Where are you from?" asked Marina as she shoved her bag at her feet.
"I am from Poland," she smiled, "But I am moving to Hollywood! To join my cousins. My parents are staying back home."
"Oh. So you're going to be alone. I wouldn't be able to do that myself. I'm staying in America for two months, but I'm going back home. I'm going to miss my family so, so much." Marina said.
"I'll miss mine too. But I have more of a future here. It is a small, how do you say? Giving up something for better life, or something?"
"Sacrifice?"
"Yes, that is it. It is a small sacrifice to pay to have a better future."
"Anything you have in mind of the future?" Marina smiled.
"I don't really know. Maybe I'll just become a...Hollywood wife."
Marina laughed with Anya, but she wondered why she would want to live somewhere completely different, with people you barely knew, just to have more opportunity than you already have.
"So, why are you going to America?" asked Anya.
"I'm visiting my uncle and aunt. And getting some experiences, you know," she laughed.
It was part of the reason she was so excited. She hadn't told anyone, but in the past year or so, singing and writing had become more important to her. Hollywood was the place to learn, absorb and prepare, in her opinion.
But it also had to do with her fascination of America, its culture and way of life. The American dream.

Overhead a voice instructed them to put on their seatbelts and prepare for take off, and the two of them settled in.
Soon enough, the plane was in the air. Marina didn't have a window seat but she could see across to the windows on the left side of the plain, and clouds and blue surrounded them.

Flight attendants wheeled a trolley of food through the aisles, passing out the prepaid meal. Marina accepted hers and peeled off the plastic sealing eagerly, and dug into the pizza dish.
Anya received a meal too, but hers was a salad with bits and pieces that she didn't recognize, and Marina assumed it was Polish food.
After finishing up her food, she decided she needed to go to the toilet. She unbuckled herself from her seat and wandered down to the small cubicle.
Once she had locked herself in she studied herself in the mirror. Her hair was as thick, dark and wild as ever, and her jeans and shirt were crumpled.
She loved and hated her hourglass shape: large breasts, flared hips and curvy legs. At times, she thought it complimented her perfectly. But it could be annoying. Her breasts were large for her age, and they were no doubt still growing. She knew a lot of girls her age were wishing they had larger breasts, but to be honest there got to be a point where it was just too much. She still appreciated her differences, though.

She skimmed her hand over her stomach. She was bloated from the pizza, and now she felt kind of guilty. She pushed the feeling down.

She was going to Hollywood! The Hollywood! Marina grinned at her reflection.