Hello, so this is the start of a fantasy... I feel it is going to be pretty good! I have it all planned out in my head! :)
Please read and don't judge by the first chapter! Comment and tell me what you think! :)
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My face started to heat up as I ran through the Stanley International airport. Damn it, that cab driver just had to somehow make me late for my flight out of here. I admit, I was ecstatic to be getting out of America. I was sick of the basic run of the mill lifestyle and not to mention I needed new subjects.
Okay, so I should explain what I'm referring to. My life. My name is Alesia Evans. I'm 19 years old, just turned on May 28th.
I was on my way out of America to find new art. Yes, I am a junior artist in the making.
Part of my job ( and life) is finding old historic sites, learning about them, the people who used to live there ( and who do now) , and then I make my own art out of them. Whether it's drawing in charcoal etc. or sculpture, basically anything that I feel I would enjoy.
Well, enough of my introduction, the thing I was worried about right now was missing my two o'clock flight to the great lands of Ireland. My screwy cab driver was too busy chatting my sandy brown, green eyed head off about where I was off to on " this fine afternoon".
I continued my race down the wide but crowded hallway trying to find my gate. Ah! Finally! Gate C. I saw the last few people boarding the plane and simultaneously heard up above me " Last call for Alesia Evans, flight to Ireland, gate C, last call." such a droned out voice.
The flight attendant was just closing the door as I shouted " Wait! I'm here! Alesia Evans. Heres my ticket!"
" Ah ma'am, you're right on time, almost missed it as a matter of fact!" She chuckled like it would have been funny if I hadn't made my flight. I'll spare her my bitching just this once.
As I passed her I mumbled a ' thanks' and continued down the on ramp. I quickly found my seat in coach and didn't bother acknowledging my neighbor flyers, just fell into a deep sleep that I had been missing for quite some time.
As I dreamt, beautiful songs filled my head and good looking Irish men flashed across my vision.
This was going to be the start of a brand new fairy tale.
