Eden Thompson needed an escape. When one finally came along she took the opportunity and boarded a plane. After messing up her life in little Abingdon, Virginia, she thinks she will finally be able to start over.
But will she be able to put the pas...
I felt a heaviness in my chest and the only explanation for it I could think of was that I was sad to leave.
I gazed out the window of my taxi on the way to the airport, soaking my last views of Barcelona. Would I ever come back here? Without thinking through it logically, my immediate answer was yes. I'd find some way to come back. There was a deep connection between me and this city. It was my first step away from home, and my first step towards finding a better version of myself. Or at least I hoped it was.
The airplane was super crowded when I stepped on, which made sense since Paris was obviously a popular destination. Of course my seat just had to be in the back, so by the time I actually made it I was fuming from the annoying people who took forever putting their things in the overhead compartment, or standing and chatting in the aisle, or pretty much anything because it was way to early to be happy Eden.
I slid easily into my window because the people in the seats beside me hadn't arrived yet. I only had a small backpack as my carry-on so I just tucked it under the seat in front of me. However my actual suitcase was huge and was probably gonna literally weigh the plane down because of how heavy it was.
Just as I was settling in, had put in my headphones, and was tucking myself under a blanket I heard a commotion up the aisle.
Sticking my head up over the seat in front of me I tried to see who was causing the problem.
OH HELL NO!
It was my freaking neighbour. The stupid idiot who was super rude about every single mistake I made at the hostel.
Gritting my teeth, I sat down in my chair. I already had a sinking feeling about the empty seat beside me. I pulled my eye mask over my eyes and tried to hide my face. Maybe I could get through this flight by hiding my face. Maybe the jerk wouldn't even notice it was me.
I felt the seat beside me sink as someone sat in it but I kept my face squished against the wall and the chair. My blanket was pulled up to my chin and my hair covered the most of my face like a curtain.
I was just starting to fade into a sleep when I felt a poke on my shoulder.
Nonononononono!
Pretending to ignore it, I let out a fake but hopefully believable snore. Everything was quiet for a while until POKE!
The piece of poo occupying the seat beside me jabbed his finger hard into my arm. I was sure I would be sporting a bruise on my arm after that. Oh good, less than a week into my trip and already two bruises.
I flung my eye mask up and glared. His eyes widened when he saw who I was. Just as he was getting ready to say something I noticed a flight attendant staring at me inquisitively.
Oh! Thats what the jerk wanted.
"Oh, sorry! I'll have an orange juice please," I said to the flight attendant, shooting her an apologetic look.
As the cart of drinks rolled away and I was getting ready to silently slink back, the guy turned to look at me.
"You!" he said stupidly. Okay well not stupidly, but I hated him so everything he said was stupid.
I gave him a 'Well duh!' face, and put my eye mask back on.
I heard an annoyed 'Harrumph' come from evil dude but I just gritted my teeth and tried to calm the anger pulsing through my veins like hot lava. If I let him get to me we would have an explosive volcano on our hands.
Plus you're not supposed to go to sleep angry or at least thats what I've heard. So, despite my growing hatred for you-know-who (and no I don't mean Voldemort but come to think of it, I hate him too), I took many deep breaths and soon drifted into a light slumber.
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The flight to Paris was only 2 hours long so I wasn't really asleep for that long before I heard a flight attendant's voice come over the P.A. and announce that we were beginning our descent.
I slowly tugged off my sleeping mask, to allow my eyes to adjust to the light and to the evil spawn occupying the precious air next to me.
Okay, Eden, I told myself, maybe its time to calm down and stop plotting the murder of someone you barely know.
I mean yes, he annoyed me but I needed to start learning how to let go of things. It was a huge reason why life back home was so unbearable.
See, I was too busy thinking about my anger issues to bother looking out the window.
What kind of insane person doesn't look out the window when they land in Paris? PARIS!!!
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The sun was almost down for the day and the sky at sunset was a brilliant purple and pink. The foliage was the most lush foliage I had ever seen, and believe me I've seen a lot of lush foliage.
And is that... yup, it's the Eiffel Tower. Life made, I have achieved my ultimate goal, I can die now and be happy.
Well, maybe not before I can explore Paris a bit. Maybe death can wait for me to eat a few croissants and see the Louvre.
I was almost shaking with excitement. Which made me momentarily forget about demon spawn, sorry, not-demon spawn. But only for a minute of course.
"Can you chill? You're gonna make me spill my coffee," he said, making my blood boil. Sorry, making my blood simmer lightly. Oh who are we kidding? I was fuming.
Grinding my teeth together, I turned slowly and gave him my best smile. I assume it looked more like the smile a psycho-killer gives their next victim but whats a girl to do?
Ten minutes later, we landed smoothly on the runway and we were officially in Paris!
Gathering all my belongings, I waited patiently behind You-Know-Who to exit the plane. He didn't say anything else to me, so Paris was already amazing.
