As I walk into Gate 30, I think about how I'm going to be starting a new life so soon. This life is going to be a life filled with people I love and - hopefully - a job to match. Franke just laughs at me as I look nervous yet excited about going on this place. Last time I was here, I was kidnapped by ex-friends of mine. It does make me nervous to have to stand around and wait to go, but I know that once I'm on the plane, it'll all be fine. Besides, I have Bryon and Frankie with me this time.
"Gate 30, please report for boarding." This is it! As we produce our tickets, lucky to be right at the front of the line, I feel a wave of relief wash over me. Our passports are checked; it makes me think of Lisa. No, her name is Rachel, not Lisa. How did she get through security with a fake passport so many times? Looking up at the television above our heads, I see my face on it. It isn't a security camera, it's broadcasting the news. The headline reads "crazy woman with thirteen identities caught trying to stab man." Man, is that my name now?
We walk through the little tunnel connecting us to the pane; I feel like a child waiting to see Father Christmas. As we end up right at the front, the air hostess greets us and checks our tickets. She looks up from the white slips of paper. "Row six, very near to the front." As she hands her tickets back to us, I notice her wink at me. Frankie looks somewhat jealous as we take our seats in row six.
"Do you want me to put your bag up there?" Bryon asks; he decided to take the outside seat. Frankie hands him her bag; she sits in the middle. "Fine, if I have to take this bag, I will" We all laugh as Bryon puts it up there. Frankie seems to have taken the belongings that she wants from her bag, so I do the same. Removing the iPod and headphones, the neck pillow thing and the blind fold, I ask Bryon to put my bag up with his. He complains again and we all giggle.
The safety procedure rolls through what ninety percent of this plane already knows. The video is a demonstration by a few welsh children; we all giggle when they do something adorable or funny. Frankie is mesmerised by how obedient the children are, complaining about the children in Turkey and how they never listened to a word she said. Bryon nods, agreeing with his sister. In my head, I agree with her too - some of them never behaved themselves, even when their parents got involved.
As the video stops and the seatbelts are all checked, I let my body sink into the coat I had pulled out of my bag in the airport and wrap myself up in it. Pulling the blindfold over my eyes, I decide to fall asleep and let the world around me create a dream for me. My music drowns out the noise of other people, leaving me to imagine what I want. Of course, my brain decides to run through the kidnapping, the beating, the way Lisa tried to seduce me before attacking me a week later or so.
This has been an absolute mess of a trip, but I would go through it all again to meet people like Frankie and Bryon once again.
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Gate 24
Teen FictionRaymond Hanniford, a twenty four year old man, is coming home from his holiday in Turkey. The man, who happens to be a smoker, finds himself in danger after deciding to take a quick smoke break before his flight. Abandoned in Turkey, without anythin...
