The rumblings of the swirling crowd around me were as distracting as my perpetually ringing phone. The constant buzzing in my pocket, reminding me of what I was escaping. I turn it off and look back up at the board of departures, searching for something, anything, a way out. Finally deciding on a destination, I breathe in deeply, walk over to the last-minute flight desk and address the man behind it.
"The next flight to Bali, please."
"Nobody else, miss?" He asks.
"No, just me. "
"To Indonesia, it is then."
I nod. "To Indonesia indeed."
YOU ARE READING
Finding Freedom
General Fiction"Take a break." They said. "You need a holiday." They said. Well, when all hell breaks loose, and Amara's had enough, she finally does. She boards the first interesting flight, and starts her unforgettable adventure.
