Miss Angel's Innocence

6. Back Pains & Karma

CHAPTER SIX- BACK PAINS and KARMA:

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The blush that painted my delicate skin into a deep red, like a canvas, did nothing to help with the embarrassment I had just endured. If anything, it increased with the abundance of stares that landed on me, after I burst out of the shop. Of course, not that I could blame them. The hard stares make me wish that I had a large shell upon my back to crawl into and hide. Given that I wasn't blessed with the DNA of a tortoise, I settled for the next best thing, a deeper blush.

If that didn't seem like sarcasm to you, then horses might as well be purple, red, and blue, with a pair of wings allowing the thousand pound animal to soar over the clouds... So yeah, when explorers find a horse like this, let me know, but I am pretty sure it won't happen in my lifetime.

To put it simply, blushing more in this moment, isn't exactly something I would wish for when blowing out my birthday candles.

The idea that my face could go any redder seemed impossible, yet somehow my cheeks turned into a shade of red two times darker than the last. Undoubtedly, if you separated my body from my head, you could put me on a 20% off sale at the supermarket, considering I have all the basic qualifications of a ripe tomato, excluding the stem.

My gaze falls to the floor sheepishly, and I force myself to break the bind between me and the pearly white tiles. I continue to stand inert for a few seconds, indisputably drawing more attention to myself, before the super-glue like substance which my mind seemingly brought to life, had disappeared, and my legs began to work once more. With my gaze still held low at my feet, I quickly make my way to the terminal, using my peripheral vision. I occasionally glance up, not wanting to run into a wall, or person for that matter, until I reach a point where I feel comfortable to return my gaze to what is in front of me. The lack of stares, gave me a sense of relief, and I allowed my tense shoulders to drop. Because no one was gaping at me, intently staring at me, or paying me enough attention to raise my suspicions, I figured my face had either returned to being pale, or close enough to my original state, that it could be mistaken for makeup. Perhaps if I hadn't acted so guilty, than no one would have believed me to be, but hey, what's done is done.

The chatter surrounding me fades when a feminine voice on the loudspeaker says, "American Airlines flight number twenty seven to New York will begin boarding in fifteen minutes," leaving the hundreds of conversations going on, no room to compete. Realizing the announcement applied to me, I head to the restroom, and finish up the things that can't be done on the airplane. 

Facing the rectangular mirror in the bathroom, I run my fingers through my thick hair, attempting to make myself more presentable. Although no one does or should dress up for a day of sweating at the airport, I'd still appreciate it if I didn't look like a caveman.

I wash my hands thoroughly, before air drying them, exiting the overcrowded bathroom, and making my way to the terminal. Taking a seat on the uncomfortable chairs in the terminal, I reach into my bag and rummage through it, in search of my boarding pass. As I pull the thin rectangular paper out of my bag, I find myself in business class, making my brows furrow. Soon after, my expression changes, my mouth in shape of an 'o'. I quickly dial Ellie, knowing she did this, because she always said she would, and this whole trip revolved around her, not to mention she was probably the only one who could afford it. She picks up after two rings, and I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. "Hello," She says all too confident for my liking.

"Ellie what did you do!" I exasperate, which makes a couple eyes land on me.

"Yes this is Ellie, and with whom am I speaking to?" She says in a terrible British accent. "Can you please put me back in regular seating, I'm perfectly fine there! First class is just a waste of money!" I have a stern tone, but whisper to avoid any unnecessary stares.

"I'm sorry, your request cannot be fulfilled at the moment, please try again another time," Ellie says in a thick Italian accent, before hanging up. I sigh, knowing I can't change her mind. "American Airlines' flight number 24 to New York is now boarding. All passengers with disabilities, children under two years old, current or previous military officials, and business class, may now board the train," The feminine voice says over the loudspeaker. I stand up, head over to the line for boarding, scan my boarding pass, before walking in the tunnel, and entering the plane. I locate my seat without trouble, but have some difficulty lifting my suitcase in the overhead compartment, due to my extreme back pain. A deep familiar voice says, "need some help?" I nod, and bulky arm muscles lift the suitcase over my petite body frame. I turn around and say thanks, to find myself staring into the same blue-eyed guy from the convenience store, smirking.I sit down, sighing when he sits down next to me. My phone dings...

This is gonna be a hell of a ride. Karma, you're a complete bitch.

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