Forevermore (On Hold)

1. Introduction

Introduction

The cold air produced by the air conditioner that stands across the administration desk sweeps my dirty blonde hair and messes my bun when I enter the International Flights section of the airport. The line of the passengers in front of me is overwhelming.

I take a glance at my silk white Prada watch that encircles my left wrist.
Fifteen minutes past six. There should be more than two hours until the flight. Then take a look outside of the gigantic glass window that's placed on a side of the room, it's already dark for a six o'clock in this town.

Not sure if I'm completely aware that it's my turn at the moment, the female officer behind the administration desk shouts at me. "Excuse me, Miss!"

I didn't make her upset, did I?

"Je suis désolé,*" I say as I march to her quickly after I'm fully awoken. I can hear people's mutters behind my aching back which is caused of standing, I can tell they're annoyed. Gosh, people make mistakes. Get over it.

"Good evening," she greets me courteously and shares me a wide smile.

"Good evening," I greet her back as I hand her my passport and Air France ticket. I look at her face afterwards and notice the not-typical face of hers. In a good way of course. She's a brunette with coal-colored eyes. Weird combination, but they weirdly match.

"Traveling alone, eh?" She asks me casually without looking up from her computer screen which she is paying full attention at.

"Sadly," I shrug without feeling disappointed at all as my heart eases it's beat. In fact, the long way which I'm about to go through is a new start for me, so I'm feeling confident.

"May I see your ID card?" She looks at me doubtfully then asks me, this time with a professional tone in her voice, no longer responding to the traveling-alone-sadly condition of mine.

"I haven't got one yet," I'm still an under-age, hello, I look young, duh. "But I have a student card from my former school," I offer to her, trying to make the process less complicated.

"It will work," she nods and takes the blue-ish card I gave to her, then face the thin screened computer once again.

"Your luggage?" She points at the big bright yellow suitcase next to me and raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah, sure," I lift my suitcase and put it on a scale next to the administration desk.

She nods to herself and pushes my suitcase at the I-don't-really-know-what-it-is-called-sliding machine behind her and returns my student card and passport and then gives me a new envelope.
"Your temporary ticket has been switched with a new one, you are going to have to use this one," she points at the slick white envelope in front of me.

"Merci,**" I put on a wide smile and leave with only my MCM backpack which I'm truly grateful to have. It was like the highlight of the past few months.
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*"I'm sorry,"
**"Thank you,"
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I promenade through the walkway surrounded by the duty-free shops carrying plastic bags of chocolate with "Charles de Gaulle" written all over it and end up going inside another chocolate shop whilst trying some of the samples on the corner of the shop. Of course, without buying any. I'm pretty sure the shopkeepers are pissed off, but hey, I'll bet fifty bucks everyone does the same.

After a few minutes of queueing, I finally get to enter the bathroom. To be honest, they smell nice. Almost as nice as my house's bathroom. Which is quite surprising for a public place.

I splash my face with the water from the sink and put on some cleansing foam. And to make it clear, I don't use make-ups, I just don't. I might in the future, my mind constantly changes.

I pull out my phone from my jeans and put my thumb on the home button of my iPhone to unlock it. Less than 45 minutes until the flight. Let's call mom. I tap on some numbers and press the call button, after a few seconds and a couple of beeps she finally picks up.

"Mère?*" I ask after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah, wait," she pauses for about less than two seconds and continues. "Hi, honey," her cheerful voice comes back on my speaker.

"I'm just calling to tell you and dad, I'll be entering the waiting room,"

"Okay then, your father's still at work, but I'll tell him for you. Be careful, we'll miss you so much, darling," she pauses as I can hear the sobs on the other side.

"Mom, don't cry," I say, trying to comfort her. But deep inside me, I can't deny, leaving everything behind isn't as easy as flipping your palm upside down.

"I know, I know," she laughs a little. "We love you,"

"I know, I love you too. I'll call you as soon as I get there," I try to sound calm while the tears are already spilling out of my eyes, but I wipe them quickly, I don't want to be a melancholic person. Besides, if you want to achieve something, you have to let go.

"Great," she exhales. "Good bye,"

"Bye," I hang up.

I turn on the Airplane Mode on the setting and plug on my earphone. I put my music on shuffle and soon hear Adam Levine's typical voice flowing from my left to my right earbud through my eardrums.

I take out the envelope which is already folded and no longer smooth and open the seal to find the ticket the administration lady told me earlier.

Air France
Gate 18
Flight 779 Seat 15A
First Class/Premiere
Departure - Paris CDG
Date and Time: Sat, November 8th. 09:17PM

Arrival - New York JFK
Date and Time: Sun, November 9th. 05:03AM

Ms.
Beliveau, Scarlett Cara.

*Passengers with tickets must be at the waiting room at least 30 minutes before the flight.

I hurry to the waiting room gate and hand my ticket to one of the officers as the others check my backpack and scan my body. After about 30 seconds they let me in. People inside are already making a line of queue to get on the plane. I rush to the end of the line and sigh.
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*"Mother?"
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"Please put on your seatbelt," one of the stewardess speaks on the speaker, somehow I find all the words are beautifully spoken. I put on my seatbelt.

"Life vest can be found under your seat," a blonde stewardess speaks as the other shows the life vest to the passengers. Typical airplane protocols.

Being on a plane for more than ten times, I'm sure I've already known all the rules on this plane, so I don't really pay attention to the stewardess.

I notice the girl sitting next to me. She looks nice, but my pride is stronger than my interest. I might be interested in someone when I don't even say a single word about them.

The plane takes off afterwards and we're no longer on the ground. I close my eyes to sleep while I end up wondering that I'm only 3635 miles away for my life to be changed.

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Hi, there! This is the author's note. I decided to write another one and put Steal the Prince on hold since I haven't figured any way out to continue the story.

This prologue is actually about how it all started, Scarlett's journey.

I hope you guys don't forget to give a vote after you read this part and don't forget to give comments!

Also, I would like some ideas of where the story is going, not that I don't know where it is but I might change my mind(:

I'll continue after I reach a goal, which is 25 reads of this first part.

Thank you, xoxo