The Green Line

Chapter One

London's POV:

I looked at my phone, noticing that I had been in line for a while. I glanced upwards at the woman who was typing away on the computer. "Sorry Ma'am... but, we can't find your bags..." she offered me the fakest sympathetic smile I had ever seen. I grit my teeth in frustration, leaning against the counter slightly. Not only had I waited a long time in this line, but I get to my turn and they are telling me they can't find my bags.

"What do you mean you can't find them...? They were marked specifically for BOS. How can they be lost?" I asked, my voice so soft it was obvious I was holding my true emotions back; my anxiety was growing now as I could feel those behind me glaring daggers into my back. "Can you please check again? All of my things are in there..." I had just exited my flight from California; not even ten minutes in Boston and already things were going wrong. Yet, honestly, this did not surprise me...at all. With how my day was going already, at least. I fidgeted with my purse in front of me as I watched the baggage woman smack her lips; obviously chewing gum.

"Sorry, but they didn't seem to make it on the flight over here." Her voice offered little to no remorse. I dropped my head in frustration, looking back to the woman who obviously couldn't care less about the importance of those bags.

"How the hell didn't they make it?!" my voice was becoming very irritate. She rose a brow at my outburst, my cheeks more than likely a light shade of red out of embarrassment.

"We are working on it..." the smile never faltering as the employee made eye contact with me. It was obvious that she just wanted me to move along as if losing my bags was an everyday occurance, not supposed to be bothering me at all. However, I couldn't lose them... something that meant the world to me was in one of them. So, if I lost it... I probably would never forgive myself. In fact, I knew I wouldn't be able to.

"I have important and personal things in that bag, I need it back. Shouldn't you be looking up what flight it's on? When I should be getting it back?! Shouldn't you be doing something!?" I was panicking, I could feel the pressure building on my chest, as if an elephant invited itself to sit on it.

"I said; we're working on it." she only repeated herself, offering no comfort of my bags returning any time soon, smacking her gum more. I wanted to smack her myself!

"That's it?" I cried out, the panic hitting me full force. I knew I was making a scene and normally, that's not who I was. I was a well reserved woman, one who kept to herself. A woman who didn't like confrontation, but this? This situation, had be spilling over the top with emotions. "I'm really not having a great day, okay? I need you to make some phones calls or something. I need my bags." I begged almost.

"We will give you a call when we have anymore information. You should go home now, it might be awhile." She shrugged and looked behind me. "Can I help who is next?"  I clenched my jaw, my hands balling up into fists. I could feel my chest explode, but I couldn't let it show; I was having a silent panic attack.

I looked behind me, the man I made eye contact with giving me a sympathetic smile as he took a step closer to the desk.

I sighed, defeated, rushing away from the desk. I gripped tighter onto my purse as if that would magically disappear too. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, my eyes widening. I had to be in work in less than an hour. 'Why did I agree to return to work the same day I got back?!' I screamed internally, wishing I was back home in California right now.

That wasn't the case though. I was about to start my junior year at Boston University. Going here these last few years was an awesome experience, that was no doubt in my mind. But I was praying this wasn't going to be a sign of how this year was going to end up like. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I took a deep breath.