airline 1

The scene buzzed around her as she sat nervous with anticipation in the airport. She has always wanted this, hadn't she? Now that she that she was finally getting the chance she was having second thoughts. She was so angry with herself, how could she actually miss this place? This was the land of disappointment, where no one kept there word. Countless blank faces appeared in her head as her anger was shadowed by the bitterness. Her mind snapped back to reality as an impatient voice sounded over the intercom, “International flight 562 boarding rows twenty-one- thirty, please have your boarding passes out.” She glanced down at her ticket, row twenty-seven. She picked up her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. She hesitated before taking a step. Anyone watching her could tell you that something changed in her demeanor. She looked scared, then collected herself quickly and looked angry. As soon as she hesitated, she felt a jolt in her stomach. It scared her that part of her wanted to stay here. Anger was filling her head, jading her thoughts. The white hot angry blur in her head directed her to the plane. Her vivid eyes burned ahead of her. Without another look back she boarded the plane.