Disaster you say?
Chapter 1
As far as the eye could see was the swirling mass of clouds. Not even a glimpse of ground. Only a creamy white and the strands of sunlight that glared over the grouping. A plane was a thrill truly, you either make it to your destination or you go down….well maybe that wasn’t the best thoughtline for me as i was currently high up in the air going towards europe….at least the weather is clear right? We’ll make it...i’m sure. God i should’ve brought a book or-or….uh what else? I could always order a drink or some chocolate to calm down maybe…..Hate my nerves sometimes.
My name is Nicole Rogers….. My height happens to be 5’ Yeah…..hard to believe i'm eighteen? Can’t do much when you look twelve. It sucks especially when i yearn to sit in the back of the pick up truck. For the wind to nip my cheeks and tangle my hair. Now that is me..
So free and uncaring.
I have brown hair and blue eyes. How original...I’ve tried to dye my hair auburn colors and mahogany. Reds have always been lovely on me but it seems they always fade away leaving me with my plain color. And well my pale complexion isn’t really much of a knock off either. Bed dweller’s! Yeah thats how i spend my time. Curled up in covers reading fanfictions or playing games. Maybe once long ago i was an energetic child. That had been before i began realizing how cruel the world was and how you had to be a specific way.
Criticism, you're either too short or too tall. Too round or too thin, your teeth have to be straight.
You're too small!
Toothpick!
You get hurt so easily!
Jesus girl you need to lose weight!
Look at the hippo trying to wear a bath suite.
Must strive for perfection. Screw it, without flaws you are hardly you, just another robotic mechanism to the human race if not. Why do i have to be the way they want me? Maybe its why i began to hide myself and try and be comfortable. Because….for now my will is to weak to speak out. Voiceless, its seems i be. I am quiet but with those who are alike i am able to open up. Yes i earn strange looks from those who are surprised to hear my laughter or to hear me so smug. Comfortable…. Why can’t i let go? Still the shadows welcome me and….i welcome it. Why can’t i greet the light. I always wear baggy clothes. Hiding away my figure, to bad for the boys my breast happen to be quite nicely sized. Though i’d rather them think i’m flat chested than having myself be ogled like a prize.
Am i paranoid oh hell yes. I cannot help what the world has made me…
Coming to in time to see a plate placed before i nod my thanks with a small smile hoping that was well enough so i could dig in.
I think another hour has passed, does that make three or four now? I had boarded the plane in new york. Probably not the best place but it was the only ticket left for an early flight. Five this morning so does that make it somewhere near nine now? Eight hour flight…...Well im here now and thats all that matters….oh! And the reason for me leaving my dainty home in the US for europe. Was i wanted to visit england to see the terrain. As an artist i wanted nothing more to explore their unique style and draw it. Or maybe a painting for be better. Now i was practically bouncing in my seat nearly choking on my spoon. Wait fuck that wasn’t me. It was...the plane? Oh god what's happening!?!?
A wail of fear and confusion reached my ears from somewhere behind.
“We’re going down!”
“What happened to the planes wings!?”
