Different

Chapter 2 - Mr Pretentious

"Would you be interested in testing some perfume ma'am?"

This was the third time a salesperson has asked me if I want to try some perfume on. I'm becoming quite agitated. Are they trying to send a message across? Does 'would you be interested in testing some perfume' translate to 'there is a horrible stench coming from you, let us help you mask it'?

Airports are absolutely crazy.

         *2 hours earlier*

I am a 16 year old girl on my way to America and I am travelling by myself. I am SHOOK. I am beyond shook.

I look around, hoping someone will come to my rescue but to my disappointment no came. I was just standing there looking like a lost puppy.

My social worker dropped me off and drove away like there was no tommorrow. I'm not going to act as if I didn't care but I do.

I felt like a burden. I felt unwanted here in the UK.

I started to stroll towards a british airways desk which had a digital sign stating :

San Francisco, California

I nearly reached the desk when I bump in to someone. My suitcase went THUD crashing on to the floor.

"Watch where you are going peasant!" Said the guy in a very pretentious manner. It almost seemed like an act. I scanned him carefully picking up alot of specific details.

He was quite tanned, his skin looking alost sunkissed. His hair was quite ruffled and messy, but was of a rich chocolate hazel colour with glistening blonde streaks.

I snapped back in to reality and knew what I had to do.

"Who are you calling peasant?" I looked him up and down giving him a dirty look, almost of digust, I needed him to feel uncomfortable about himself and then I continued, "you pretentious rat. Who do you think you are?"

He burst out laughing. Why? Did my comeback amuse him?

"Im sorry, I didn't mean to be rude" he held out his hand, " Im Zack and who might you be pretty lady?"

He winked at me and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Im Kiran" I blandly stated not wanting to make extra conversation.

I picked up my suit case and went up to the desk to have my luggage weighed, ignoring his hand which he refused to relax - he did understand that I wasn't going to shake it. Right?

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I stared at my ticket looking deeply at my seat number.

33a

I looked around me 32... 32... 32... YES 33! I looked to see that my seat was a window seat! How lucky am I?

I put my stuff in the overhead locker and made my way to sit down. My legs were numb from the amount of walking around I had been doing. Why do we have to have such elongated security checks?

I decided to forget my recent hardships and try to relax, note the hyperbolisation.

I rested my head and proceeded to look out the window and I felt someone come sit down next to me but I wasn't bothered to look. I could feel the plane lifting up into the sky, the g force hitting me gently.