Fame Is A Kick In The Ass

FIAKITA - Chapter One

Chapter One

Place all shoes, belts, hats, jackets, bags, and personal belongings into a bin and set it on the conveyor belt.

I did as I was told, placing my purple polka-dot flip-flops, aviator sunglasses, Yankees baseball cap, and my brown cowboy-looking bag that I really didn't care what the name or brand was, into a grey bin and sent them off.

A security woman waved me to pass through the metal detector. Before I walked through, I quickly surveyed the airport terminal looking for routes of emergency exit. DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS. I just want to be prepared, just in case I forget that I had a secret bomb in my bra or something. Let me tell you, airports are pretty criminal proof, so I didn't have many exit options. I suppose I could crash through a window. . .

I absentmindedly walked through the detector.

. . .

No beep! YES!

I walked to the other end of the conveyor belt and retrieved my belongings. They all seemed fine to me. I put my shoes and hat and sunglasses back on, grabbed my bag, slipped on my fiops and headed off to terminal 15B. I couldn't wait. In about 14 hours, I would be out of Los Angeles and on my way to Australia. Yes, I know it will be a very long journey but I am wearing my airport apparel, a white t-shirt and jeans. I think I would be fine.

Truth was, I loved to travel. Every single part of it, from the transportation all the way to the exciting places and scenery. I never liked to stay in Los Angeles. Things just got too stuffy, hot, and humid. Also, a secret of mine, I love airports. Even though they can be crowded and full of obnoxious people, they had a sense of accomplishment. Everything screamed "business" but to me, I felt "adventure".

I noticed the entrance to 15B and it was already allowing people to board. I jumped in line and waited to hand the flight attendant my ticket. "Thank you for flying with Continental Airlines," said the attendant as I handed her my boarding pass, "Please enjoy your trip. You are in First Class, row C4."

I smiled at that fact. First Class is the best thing since... well, everything! It's one of my favorite ways to travel, besides flying. I boarded the plane, found my row and collapsed into the window seat. A flight attendant passed my row pushing a drink cart and gave me a simple smile. "Would you like something to drink m'am?"

"A Mountain Dew would be awesome right now." I sat up a little straighter as she passed me a can. "Thanks." I sighed. I placed the can into the magazine pocket in the seat in front of me. Looking out the window, I noticed distant Los Angeles palm trees swaying in the light stir of breeze. I would miss this place, but I'd be coming back soon.

I closed the shade of the window and leaned my head back on the seat. With my eyes shut, I ran my hands across the smooth but sturdy leather. I was drained from the night before hanging out with my best friend, who i would dearly miss. Sleep was already prowling into my mind and eventually I couldn't withstand its continious lull...

A/N

Well hello readers. This whole book is actually really bad, I realized. I wrote these chapters in Eighth grade so it was a big deal to me, but then I did a read-through and noticed that it isn't/wasn't substantial. Soooooo now I'm editing and proofing it, not even knowing if I want to continue the story or not. I guess we will see.