Kittie Tales

Chapter Twenty-six II

Chapter Twenty-six II: Real Life? It Doesn't Work Like In The Movies..

Alessandra

It was frustrating to the core when the airport security guards denied me access to the building at one of the checkpoints. They not only separated me from the other travellers like a wolf in sheep's clothing, but they also led me to the security office in the midst of five hefty men like I was a bloodthirsty wolf or a long-wanted terrorist on the run.

Good thing I got out of the office in time.. Crying 'period and menstruation' really does work out for us ladies; it gets us out of a lot of crap, especially when men are concerned.. Should have seen how red the guys were when I mentioned it.. I'd say that's the only advantage of having periods.. That and, of course, not being pregnant and being able to have a child, at least when you need one..

So, I snuck out of the airport bathroom after spending a lot of time in there. The guards on duty were all males, so they were reluctant to escort me into the bathroom, which is another good thing to be thankful for.

Not like they'd be allowed into the ladies' bathroom, anyway.. It's called the 'Ladies' bathroom for a reason..

I finally escaped the security and got to the teller named Becca, and I thought everything was going smoothly. Then, she shouted at the top of her voice when I presented my ID for verification.

"Oh my God! You're the Alessandra! The lady on TV yesterday", the girl no older than I am had shrieked loudly.

Rats!

I winced at the tone of her voice and tried to hide my face in my massive curls and black hoodie but all to no avail. I hadn't combed it out today. "Keep your voice down, please", I begged but it would seem that the earphone she had in her ears were too loud for her to hear me, hence her boisterous tone.

"Alessandra Montez! It really is you! The David Arden's fiancee!", she continued at the top of her voice.

About now, we had gained the attention of every single one in that area. Even the sleeping toddlers in their trolleys were crying to be allowed to see the lady who luckily snagged Forbes Most Youngest Billionaire, The Alessandra Montez.

I was indeed honoured that they all recognised and appreciated me, even went as far as to include the 'The' in my name like I was some popular VIP, but now is not the time or place for this at all.. Now is for going without recognition and feeling less appreciated..

I ducked my head and tried to look surprised but the more I denied her insistent claims, the more she blatantly insisted that I was Alessandra Montez like we were long-lost childhood best pals or something.

It had become overwhelming as more people began crowding around us and trying to take a picture with me or making a video of the scene. From above the heads of the small crowd, I immediately sighted the guards pushing their way towards me because they were like 7ft and not very hard not to notice in a crowd. I panicked when I locked gazes with the narrowed eyes of Jon Keele, the head security officer who looked like he was just this close to 'keeleing' me.

I know, bad time to throw in a pun but I just couldn't help it..

That was how I peeled out of the place and out of the airport vicinity in 0.2 seconds, because apparently, you also have to undergo a security check before leaving.

My life sucks..

Now, I'm third in line at the bus station. I picked one that's farther away from the airport and home and almost close to the borders so I won't be easily traced. I've seen a lot of spy and action-filled movies to know that it's never a good idea to take a ride close to home when you're trying to run away. Note the word 'trying'.