When in Sochi

The Wish♡

BING! "Passengers please fasten your seatbelts, we will be landing in Sochi momentarily."

I woke up to the smell of cheap Arabica beans and the sound of trickling liquid. Scratching my eyes, I stretched and yawned. Hmm.... This is weird. I don't remember being on a plane.

I DON'T REMEMBER BEING ON A PLANE!

I immediately opened my eyes and a stewardess was standing over me with a pitcher of coffee.

"Coffee, ma'am?"

"Where the fuck am I?" I mumbled. The stewardess and some of the people sitting around me blushed at my colorful vocabulary.

I peered down out of my small window and nearly jumped. Snow-capped mountains and layers of misty clouds adorned my view. I have never been on a plane before, and the fact that I'm thousands of feet above the ground just....

"I gotta puke!!!!" I blurted out as I pushed past the stewardess and ran into the single toilet restroom. It wasn't hard to find. There was a huge line outside of it, but I just pushed them out of the way and shoved the old man taking a dump out the door.

My back arched over the sink and when I was about to hurl, something startled me. I looked into the mirror and gasped.

I don't remember having these big gorgeous eyes. Or these juicy lips. Or this perfect face. OR THESE PERFECT BOOBS.

I look like I was at least 10 years older than I remember.

"WHAT THE FUCK...." I hyperventalated as I touched my reflection. It can't be real. It can't!!!

My head was spinning.... What was going on... Where am I? WHO am I? When did I get here?

But I can't be insane like this in front of everyone. They'll throw me in an asylum or something.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The line of unhappy people grumbled at me. I smiled apologetically and wiped away some of the tears that started to form under my eyes.

"Morning sickness," I grimaced weakly as I breathed in and out rather too loudly. Then I walked over to my seat and ran my fingers through my hair.

What was going on?

There's a purse next to me... Maybe it's mine? There's a phone in it and everything. Maybe I can find out about myself, or this person, or Uhhhh!!!! My brain is fried.

I took out the Samsung Galaxy S4. This is mine. I pressed the button and immediately sighed in relief when I saw my lockscreen. It was me, Paige, and Marilyn huddled together in the snow. Good. I'm still Kira Young.

I looked through my messages. My inbox was empty... Except for a conversion I had with this person called Shrimp Dick Boehner.

"Who's Shrimp Dick Boner?" I murmured.

I opened it up and read through them.

SDB: have you arrived at the airport?

KY: yes,sir, I have. Just waiting to board.

SDB: good. Please don't mess this up for US Weekly. You're not the best God damn journalist/publicist in our company, you're a rookie, so act normal. This could be your big break, you're time to shine.

KY: I won't disappoint sir. I'm 26 years old, pretty sure I can handle it.

SDB: don't speak too soon. Gretchen and I will meet you at the gates upon arriving Sochi.

KY: thanks sir.

SDB: have a safe flight.

What was this? I blew out a stream of air in frustration and looked through the purse.

There were papers and a notebook and a Nikon...

Flipping through the folder, I only saw pictures and advertisements of the Sochi 2014 Olympics. What the hell did this have anything to do with me?

I looked through the notebook.

"Winter Athletes" by Kira Young.

"Breaking the Ice with the Best Skiers and Skaters" by Kira Young.

"Road to Sochi" by Kira Young.

"These are all articles," I said aloud.

I slumped in my seat and groaned. What's going on? Last thing I remember, I was at home on the floor crying about my teenage years and wanting to....

I gased.

I wanted to SKIP my teenage years. I hated being sixteen and I wanted to get out of Alaska.

My heart started beating faster. Perception clashed with deception as I started to shake and hyperventilate. I'm 26 years old. I'm a journalist. Or a publicist. And I'm on my way to Sochi right now... Wherever the hell THAT was.

So it's still 2014 right now.... Which means that nothing changed except for my body... But all my friends and family are still the same..... I hope. Or actually.... I hope not. I'm still mad at my friends.

I took a deep breath and massaged my aching head.

How on earth am I supposed to do this?