So english is not my first language and neither second an third and so on and on...You can expect many mistakes that I'm still not aware of. Please excuse and if you

want to help be my guest...Please judge, praise, correct do whatever you feel like doing or saying... Don't have a beta for a moment.

I've just found this story in my old computer 2007. I must have on meds as Bella here that day while writing this. Hope you enjoy and if tell me so. If not tell me so too. :-)

So SM owns it all in case you still didn't know.

Chapter1

- What a beautiful day, and certainly my last one too. –

That and more other things were passing through her mind, when she was waiting in the hall of international airport for her check in desk to open.

- Oh gosh, how much I hate these long distance flights. Not that I have ever before took one, which lasts longer then six hours. And today is going to

be definitely more then six hours. Exactly double and plus would be a most appropriated expression. I don't even want to think about it. Getting sick

before hour is not a priority here.

She really hated flying. Every time she had to fly long distance she always bought two ticket if the flight was longer than a six hours. Six hours in the

air that was her limit. And if there was still some distance between her and her destination she simply bought second ticket. Lucky for her that she

was a pure New Yorker and so between her family and her appartement only six magic six hours separated them. And also as so many americans her

family and friends simply loved it to visit her in Paris and before that in London. It was so chic as Alice and Rosalie often told her.

And as her principal occupation for a moment, was to invent as much excuses as possible for not to check-in , she had still a long way before

becoming conscious, that it's been already lot more then an hour for her, still sitting on the bench not far from her check-point.

When she was finally out of ideas, and not even one was really plausible, the only thing to do was to look for her passeport and other travel

related things.

Of course, still without even throwing a look in the direction of check-in and how that was going along. But part of her strange behaviour, was

rather simple to explain. She was not quite yet out of her imaginary world. Which was pretty normal for her in every day life, her head was always

spending majority of time in the clouds. Eventually she'd lucked out in her job. She was a writer and screenwriter. Every other possibility would have

get her fired every time and she was rather aware of that.

But let's get back to her travel documents. To find the first one, wasn't that complicated and her passport was in her hand within the seconds, but for

a second one, it wasn't suddenly so obvious. Her plane ticket had simply vanished. Which was probably highy influenced by her envy not to locate it

at all.

She was about to pour out the whole content of what her bag contained on the seat beside her, as before each flight – very quick and messy way -

when the airport annoucement she was afraid of, has interupted her "enthousiasm".

- The check-in for Los Angeles will be closing in about five minutes etc…she of course started immediately to drown these voices, finding it too

stressing.

That was a moment, when Bella stopped to panic and started to tremble. This can't be happening, she came always to airport couple of hours before

the opening. Now she didn't have enough time. That feeling always put her in the state of sheer panic. She needed to focus on taking all the stuff out

of her handbag. Her gestures were slowing down, but were also becoming very precises.

Bree her assistant would be so proud of her . Bella had started by retreating every object and to line them up side by side. And so little by litte her

privates things were appearing on the seat next to her: her passeport, mobile phone , MP3 player , earplugs and her lifesavers - sleeping pills, some

make-up, purse and in the end three block-notes and at least 20 pens or rather 20 various instruments to write. Nonetheless as soon as she put

them down they started to fell off the seat inconspicuously, one by one slowly but without delay.

However this incident didn't quite catch her attention right this second, neither the noise it had made. Everything she was able to think of was the

fact that her handbag was totally empty, and still no sign of her plane ticket. She just couldn't believe it . Her plane ticket had purely vanished. Once

she'd realised what it really meant to her , the entire stress and panic, just passed away...just like that. Gone! And as Bella herself , would of say in

one of her books - she's got an impression, that her entire being just lighted up... But again back to the reality! She also become aware of whole

mess she have created around her in less then thirty seconds. So she just couldn't help herself and simply let the opportunity to slide not to be ironic:

- It's not even possible to make such a disorder in such short lapse of time, but you just won't change. –

After she had finally put back in place all of her belongings but her various writing instruments which seemed to have vanished also. Such strange

day. If this keeps up, her bag will be empty in no time, but this time for good. Maybe it will be better in the end just go home right this moment. But

she had no other choice but really look for them. All of them unfortunately or fortunately. Depends on your point of view were gifts from her family

and friends. Each time someone went abroad she always got from them little something to write with.

And just like that she could feel them under her feet.

- This just keep better and better today. Not only I wont travel but I'll probably end up cleaning whole floor. Why not to get a job as cleaning crew!

There was nothing else to do but to get down on her knees, to pick them all and to have a look around even under the seats.

And maybe sometimes by looking for something we are quite sure about, we might find something we didn't wish to see anymore, instead. That's

how Bella have discovered her plane ticket before locating all of her pens. The moments …that's all it takes.

Things change all the time except we are not always ready for the suddenness with which can happen.

Bella was just about to understand that. A while ago she was hilariously happy to get back to her appartement and now she had a exactly less than

minute to finally check-in. To encourage herself, she kept murmuring to herself while approaching hostesse:

I hope at least it's gonna be a beautiful state. We'll see. I had always liked to discover new places and new people and they certainly will behave

lot nicer than real parisian's do. But almost whole world behave better than french. Maybe this is not the best way to cheer me up. At least little

change is welcome. It will be definitely very odd to see so many nice people at the same place and at the same time. I could probably suffer of from

some kind of choc. I should of step back, because I will be probably enable to carry on wit so much niceness. Is ti even a real word?

Finally resigned, Bella did actually check-in. And as one of the reasons she did so fast was also her first class ticket. She have almost smiled when she

was thinking about possibility to sleep all the way to Californiaa, assisted by some pills, of course. As always on every flight she took.

To die yes but it's always better when you're completely high or on meds.