It was a rainy and long flight to London. As i sat in my seat the constant chatter of the people behind me slowly sunk into my brain as i seemed to have drifted off into their conversation of Thanksgiving plans.
When i came too, a flight attendant was there looming over me and i flinched a little in embarrassment. "Peanuts?" she hovered but ended with a small, hard swallow almost seeming alarming. "oh u-uh no" i stuttered, even with no reason to. From then i watched the small tv mounted against the seat in front of me. I flickered through channels, not finding anything to my liking. By the time i did find the right movie i was already there.
I had so much luggage the fee almost gave me a heart attack.
I saw families getting reunited in the airport with tears and joy spreading around. But I, Elizabeth More, was alone.
I quickly hurried to my cab. The driver was some creep wanting to know about me. I told him nothing, paid, and entered the hotel doors. The place smelled of cheap perfumes and voices hovered along with the smoke of cigarettes. Boy this place was a dump.
"Hey sweets, got a lightr..?' the voice slurred along with the man. The woman insulted him as i walked to the elevator. There was very pretty ladies but very self-centered men all around me and i shuffle in the corner. I caught a few stares but they were quickly caught on other things.
When i got to my room i took the old key and opened my door of D432 and as actually surprised.
The room was actually nice and humble, with a little fridge and tv. I slammed my bags onto the bed and rushed out to go to a bathroom. I hurried onto the elevator and when i got down to the basement floor i hurriedly got out.
But then, i saw his face