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I am so late! What am I gonna do if i miss my flight?! FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!

Quicky glancing at my ticket, gate 5, looking up a sign points to my left. I can make it! Sprinting, dodging the rows and awkward squares of chairs, I reach the attendant.

"Ticket please?" She asks, she has blue eyes like the ocean, her blonde overly highlighted hair pulled in a loose pony.

what?  I look at her dumbfounded, oh. Oh yes," I say my bad, handing her my ticket. She scans my ticket, "All good, enjoy" she says, her smile almst blinding. What does she do to look this way?

"Thank you," I reply returning the smile, and quickly getting onto the plane. My luggage, thank goodness is the size of a carryon, thought it would save money. The attendants come on board, and the pilot says his announcements. But once the seatbelt sign come on, my shoulders relax and I fall asleep my head against the window. I dream of wings, I was a human with wings, I was free. Free of all that had happened these few days, I was finally at peace.

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