The Beginning by Eveiveneg
A dark haired woman stepped into the airplane. She looked down at the ticket in her hand, then around the airplane. Finding the row she was to sit in, she started toward it. "Excuse me." She said softly to the man sitting in the middle of the row. He looked up, fairly annoyed, then stopped when he saw her. "Can I help you?" he asked faintly. "Erm" she said uncomfortably. "Yes. Would you please move?" She waved towards the seats. "Oh, sure." The man stood up quickly and backed out of her way. "Thanks." she said gratefully. She moved over to her seat at the end and sank down on to it.
The man sat down next to her, then after a few minutes of silence, spoke. "I'm Brad. Brad Jenkins." He offered his hand. "Irene Thompson." She placed her hand in his and shook it firmly, then withdrew it. "So what are you going to France for, business or pleasure?" he questioned, smiling at her. Irene looked at him desperately. She wasn't good at making conversation with strangers. "A bit of both." She said quietly. "Really? And what business are you in?" She fingered her braid in anxiety. "Umm…nothing specifically. It's more of a general thing." He raised an eyebrow. "General? What does that mean?" She avoided gaze as she answered. "It means that I am in the arts and that I do general things, such as dancing, singing, and so on." She said in an almost inaudible tone.
Brad opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a woman asked him if he knew where something was, and as he was distracted, Irene turned her head towards to the window to look at New York again. For some reason, though she didn't know why, she felt as if she wouldn't ever see her home again.
Ok, this is my first story and all, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry, but tough. This is probably what all of my stories are going to be like. All righty then.
