• Chapter 3
    You know those people that are totally scared of flying, well it turns out I’m one of them because I woke up on a plane, and started to hyperventilate. Looking around I saw Chizue, Alastrina, Aerona and Jen were all staring at me with their beautiful faces each looking very amused at my spaz attack. I looked passed them and saw that the plane was actually a jet, and it mid look Alastrina shoved a white paper bag in front of my face, blocking my view. They all snickered as I was calming down.
    “ You know, there’s no point in breathing since you can’t die.” Alastrina mocked.
    “Not exactly. She is still mortal…” Aerona passed, staring at me. “Don’t you see her aura?” She snickered.
    “Psh.” Was all Alastrina huffed.
    Chizue rolled her eyes and Jen ignored everyone. Once I removed the bag from my face I remembered everything they shoved down my throat in the last 24 hours. I’m immortal, I’m old, and a princess. Yeah, everything is coming clear now…barely! This gets me to hyperventilate again and shoved the bag back to its spot.
    “ Is there something we can give her?” Jen yelled. “She is annoying the hell out of me!”
    “What do you suggest doing? Hm?” Aerona yelled back.
    “Well……I could...I...I…” Jen pondered.
    “See. You can’t do anything!! Because then we will all get killed by HIM.” Aerona said.
    I look back and forth between everyone, eyeing them. Chizue sitting in the white leathered reclining chair, dressed up for the cold in a red frilly cape, with a black puffy dress, checkered tights, black snow boots, a fuzzy white hand thing, and a white fuzzy hat. Aerona was standing, but sat down when she spotted me staring at her. She was wearing a light brown coat, skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, huge grey and white snow boots, grey gloves, and a brown snow cap. Jen sitting in the seat next to me dressed in a black snow puffed jacket, black baggy pants, hardcore black snow boots, and a black cap with goggles on her head. Alastrina (who is flying the plane is discovered) was wearing clothes like Jen, but she had more colors. And then I thought: Who is HIM? Only I didn’t say it inside my head like I thought, instead I kind of whispered it. They all were staring at me like I had said something idiotic.
    “What?” I asked dumbfounded and then Alastrina’s voice came over the intercom, they all ignored me.
    “You all need to sit down. I’m landing.” She said in her heavy accent. So they go to their seats and I grip for my life on the arm rest, tightening the seat belt.
    The minute we are one the ground, I relax, but everyone else tenses. I get up from my seat and since I have no bags, I start to walk towards the steps. I’m in back of Alastrina who is just as tense as everyone else.
    I get to the steps of the jet and suddenly the cold consumes me because it’s snowing outside! Oh My God! I’m in what I was wearing three days ago. Holy s**t! Three days have passed by, Hayden and Lala must be semi-worried. My mom most likely hasn’t noticed that I’m gone. So while I’m thinking about my depressing life we go inside the beige airport, walk by the glaring passengers for the next flight. Looks like we interrupted a plane schedule, I think. As we walk by everyone a man bumps my shoulder. He had charcoal black, with emerald eyes; about 6’3 wearing a white puffy long jacket, and dressed like a snowboarder.
    “Sorry” He murmured in some accent.
    “It’s fine. Nothing’s broken.” I cheerful said, like a dork and just laughs at me.
    “Uh. Yeah.” He looks so amused, and he is walking the same direction as me.
    “Come here Drew.” Chizue chimed, in her high pitched voice.
    “Um, okay.” I turn to say good bye to the gentleman, but he was no where to be found. I huffed, not even a stranger thinks I’m normal. I walk towards her and follow her as she leads me to the restroom.
    “Here.” She hands me a bag filled with clothes. I peer into the bag and see winter clothes. She looks in every stall to make sure no one is in the restroom and locks the door when she finds no one. Then she takes out this weird device fiddles with it and then puts it away.
    “There. You can now change with no worries.” She said.
    “Thanks.” As I quickly change. I empty the bag on the counter and see that whoever bought these clothes bought them in my kind of style; Emo/Gothic. I take off my torn black skinny jeans and put on yellow tights under ripped black tight, but not skinny pants, with a black tank top under a ripped bright red long sleeved shirt. I also took out a grey, worn out long puffy jacket and combat books and three pairs of socks. My favorite part was the hat! I’m not a very girly person, but the cap was black with long braided strings and a bright pink rose attached.
    “Ready?” Jen yelled outside the door, sounding very annoyed. We unlock the door, and there is a long line of women who look very pissed at us.
    “Ready for something to eat and drink?” Aerona asks.
    “As ever!” I said ecstatic.