Stellz
08-18-2010, 11:57 PM
“British Airways flight 228 to London, Heathrow is now boarding at gate E1.”
This sudden announcement caused the girl sitting close to that very same gate to jump in her seat. Clutching her ipod, she got up quickly, and nearly ran over the to the desk. She thrust her boarding pass out in front of her, looking as proud and excited as child showing their parents an A plus. The flight attendant took it from her and quickly handed it back.
“Wait for your section to be called Ma’am.” She said with a stern look. The girl took it back, face falling and shoulders dropping as she trudged back to the seat. All she wanted to do was get on that plane. No. Not wanted. She needed to get on that plane before her scared and nervous feelings got the better of her, and she ran from the airport. In an attempt to relax, she turned up the classical sounds playing in her ears. Normally she would prefer Lady Gaga or something more upbeat, but Vivaldi was His favorite. A smile formed across her face at the start of The Four Seasons as she was reminded of all the times He had put her to sleep with it.
After what seemed like an eternity, her section was finally called to board. Again she handed the boarding pass the the attendant. “Passport miss...Stella?’ the flight attendant said as she looked down at the paperwork in front of her. The girl quickly pulled out the requested id and waited nervously. Stella had nothing to worry about of course, but the picture of her from a few years ago wasn’t anything like her anymore. The short bob of red hair she had sported at the time of the picture had become a long mess of dark black curls. Her face was a bit smaller now after having lost some of her college weight gain. Even her glasses were different. The huge round frames that took up most of her face were gone and now replaced by smaller and cuter pair of black rimmed rectangular ones. The only things that truly remained the same were her piercing blue eyes. Stella thought about all the changes she had been though, almost all of them for the better, that had led to this moment. The passport was handed back to her and she nearly ran down the walkway to the giant Boeing out on the tarmac. As she entered the plane, she gave the palm of her small manicured hand a kiss and pressed it to the cold metal outside as she made a silent wish for good luck.
Stella quickly pushed past the people between her and her seat, letting out a quiet ‘Yes!’ upon discovering she had the window and a small giggle as she watched everyone around her fumbling over their luggage. For such a long trip, she carried little else with her besides her purse, laptop, ipod, and a change of clothes. Those were the only non-essential items she was allowed to bring with her, per His instructions. Her body fell down into the dark blue, squishy fabric of the seat with a quiet thump as she continued her people watching. She wondered who they were, why they were leaving, if they were coming back, and where they were even going. Those thoughts turned to herself when she gazed out of her window and over to the runway.
Like any girl in her mid twenties, Stella had a decent handle on who she was. There were several different identity crises she went through to get to this point. The prep. The angsty goth. The quiet nerd. The dyke. All different labels she had tried on over the years that never really seemed to fit. As cliche as it sounds, she was just Stella now. A slightly ditzy, very dorky, and sweet (even if a bit strange) girl. Most of her interests were of the arts and he had a very strong creative streak and had graduated from a local professional photography school. Her style was quite plain, she would normally be found in skinny jeans and a nice top. Nothing to fancy or revealing (not that it really mattered anymore) she was leaving everything behind. That life she was leaving behind her was a confused and unhappy one. Before this, she had been living in her parents house for years under the almost constant watch of her overbearing father. But then she met Him. He promised her a better life, living in the country of her dreams. When she announced that she was leaving, her parents nearly had a heart attack. They begged and pleaded for her to stay, but it was to late. He had already made all of her arrangements. She was done with her family and not planning to come back anytime soon. Now that’s answered most of her questions...Except the last. Where was she going? The only thing she knew was that He would pick her up from Heathrow airport. From there...she had no idea.
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Going to be build up and background for the first few posts, just hang in there guys. x
This sudden announcement caused the girl sitting close to that very same gate to jump in her seat. Clutching her ipod, she got up quickly, and nearly ran over the to the desk. She thrust her boarding pass out in front of her, looking as proud and excited as child showing their parents an A plus. The flight attendant took it from her and quickly handed it back.
“Wait for your section to be called Ma’am.” She said with a stern look. The girl took it back, face falling and shoulders dropping as she trudged back to the seat. All she wanted to do was get on that plane. No. Not wanted. She needed to get on that plane before her scared and nervous feelings got the better of her, and she ran from the airport. In an attempt to relax, she turned up the classical sounds playing in her ears. Normally she would prefer Lady Gaga or something more upbeat, but Vivaldi was His favorite. A smile formed across her face at the start of The Four Seasons as she was reminded of all the times He had put her to sleep with it.
After what seemed like an eternity, her section was finally called to board. Again she handed the boarding pass the the attendant. “Passport miss...Stella?’ the flight attendant said as she looked down at the paperwork in front of her. The girl quickly pulled out the requested id and waited nervously. Stella had nothing to worry about of course, but the picture of her from a few years ago wasn’t anything like her anymore. The short bob of red hair she had sported at the time of the picture had become a long mess of dark black curls. Her face was a bit smaller now after having lost some of her college weight gain. Even her glasses were different. The huge round frames that took up most of her face were gone and now replaced by smaller and cuter pair of black rimmed rectangular ones. The only things that truly remained the same were her piercing blue eyes. Stella thought about all the changes she had been though, almost all of them for the better, that had led to this moment. The passport was handed back to her and she nearly ran down the walkway to the giant Boeing out on the tarmac. As she entered the plane, she gave the palm of her small manicured hand a kiss and pressed it to the cold metal outside as she made a silent wish for good luck.
Stella quickly pushed past the people between her and her seat, letting out a quiet ‘Yes!’ upon discovering she had the window and a small giggle as she watched everyone around her fumbling over their luggage. For such a long trip, she carried little else with her besides her purse, laptop, ipod, and a change of clothes. Those were the only non-essential items she was allowed to bring with her, per His instructions. Her body fell down into the dark blue, squishy fabric of the seat with a quiet thump as she continued her people watching. She wondered who they were, why they were leaving, if they were coming back, and where they were even going. Those thoughts turned to herself when she gazed out of her window and over to the runway.
Like any girl in her mid twenties, Stella had a decent handle on who she was. There were several different identity crises she went through to get to this point. The prep. The angsty goth. The quiet nerd. The dyke. All different labels she had tried on over the years that never really seemed to fit. As cliche as it sounds, she was just Stella now. A slightly ditzy, very dorky, and sweet (even if a bit strange) girl. Most of her interests were of the arts and he had a very strong creative streak and had graduated from a local professional photography school. Her style was quite plain, she would normally be found in skinny jeans and a nice top. Nothing to fancy or revealing (not that it really mattered anymore) she was leaving everything behind. That life she was leaving behind her was a confused and unhappy one. Before this, she had been living in her parents house for years under the almost constant watch of her overbearing father. But then she met Him. He promised her a better life, living in the country of her dreams. When she announced that she was leaving, her parents nearly had a heart attack. They begged and pleaded for her to stay, but it was to late. He had already made all of her arrangements. She was done with her family and not planning to come back anytime soon. Now that’s answered most of her questions...Except the last. Where was she going? The only thing she knew was that He would pick her up from Heathrow airport. From there...she had no idea.
☆`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´` •.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•. ¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´☆
Going to be build up and background for the first few posts, just hang in there guys. x