falling | wyatt oleff [ ON HOLD ]

24 | reality

"WOW, I NEVER KNEW FIRST CLASS WAS THIS... FIRST CLASS." I gawk as I settle in my seat, surprised by how much leg room I have.

"Maybe that's why it's called first class!" Sophia ponders sarcastically.

I turn to my left and see Jake cautiously eating a bag of hot cheetos. He catches me looking and puts his finger to his lips, silently asking me to not snitch on him.

I raise my eyebrows and stick my hand out.
"Only if you give me a bag, too."

He groans and shoves the bag to me and I grin. I look around the plane while secretly eating my chips, amazed at how posh this section is. A voice startles me, later realizing it's the pilot on the speaker.

"Good morning, ladies and gentleman. This is your pilot speaking. I would like to inform you that the flight will begin shortly, so I advise that you please put on your seatbelts. Thank you, and enjoy your flight."

Sounds of clicks are heard throughout the room, and I look at Sophia in excitement. She gives me a thumbs up and puts on her earphones.

15 minutes go by and I can feel the plane vibrating. I close my eyes, as I feel the plane take off.

***

"Thank you for flying American Airlines. We hope you see you again soon!"

I stretch my sore legs out and get up to get my belongings. There's not many people in first class, so it didn't take long to exit out of the plane.

I wait by the aerobridge to wait for Sophia and her family. They finally catch up and we enter the airport.

"Okay," Sophia's dad sighs, looking around the building, "Let's go collect our bags."

We walk over to the baggage claim and our bags. Whilst we were walking around, a lady in a formal outfit approaches us.

"Hi, you must be Michelle Lillis?" She asks. I nod and she breathes out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness. My name is Arabella Grace and I am one of Ellen DeGeneres' assistants. She has assigned me here to pick you up. We're on a bit of a tight schedule here so if you could please follow me..." She explains whilst walking at a rapid speed, while the rest of us struggle to catch up with our baggage.

Sophia puts on her glasses and looks down to avoid any pictures taken and attracting any paparazzi. We finally exit the airport and stop at a black van.

"You can give your luggage to the men, they'll put them in the back." Arabella says, opening the door for us.

We all head in and the van starts driving down the streets of L.A.

The van halts in front of a large hotel. I gawk at the sight of it. Sophia nudges Jake to wake him up and the both of them stare in awe as well.

A huge fountain was at the front, and beautiful flowers were scattered. The building itself looks like it has at least 50 floors.

The door swings open and we hop out, the men are already collecting our bags and bringing them to our room.

Arabella comes out of the passenger seat and gives us a business card. "The bellboy will lead you to your rooms, and the same van will meet you here tomorrow at 6 A.M. -- yes, I know that's very early, but we have other plans to do as well. My number is on this card if you have any questions. Enjoy your stay!"