First REAL story I've put out! Way! The girl is based off me if I was living a life I want. (Aka to stop the problems going on in the world!) I guess I'll just give it to you. Enjoy!

Chapter One-Coming to Russia

Okay, he seemed a little off. But I hope that will go out better. And maybe being face to face can help with that as well. I understand how hard it can be to talk on the phone. And with someone like me. Now that's hard to do.

"Ma'm, are you sure you don't want a... "safe" seat?"

"I don't have any worries. It's my break!"

"I know, but with what amazing things you have done I think you need at at least some protection."

"Becky, It'll be fine. Besides, I know how to defend myself. And you should know me all too well."

She nodded, "Well, your parents want you to call once you've arrived. I wouldn't mind a call to know you're safe either."

I gave out a laugh, she acts a lot like a second mother. And a mother with every inch of worry. "Don't worry I will. Besides, well I'm there, I have a guide that's also going to act as a guard for me. Don't worry too much."

"Don't start any social war without me."

I laughed again. She was funny when she let herself out of her mommy bubble. She always wanted a kid, but never could. So I was like the daughter she never had. Which made it hard to do certain things.

I kissed her on the cheek. "Goodbye!"

"Farewell my dear!" She claimed.

I grabbed my things and made my way into the plane. Becky made sure I had one of the best seats (like always) and the lady guided me to my seat. I thanked her as she nodded.

"By the way, could I have your autograph? I've always have been a huge fan of all your work! All the girls working here are!"

"Sure! But which kind?"

"All of them! Your art, stories, politics, movies, movements-all of them!"

I giggled and I grabbed out a book I barely published and signed. "Here you go. You can ask if the others want some as well."

"Thank you! I will!" She squealed and hurried off to her work. I've always like people like her. I like all people. Even the ones that think my work is bad. They're sharing their opinions, and that's a good thing.

After all my work and stress, I'm given a weeks worth of resting. Full resting. I've done so many things, and everyone still hopes that I'm still working. But I need it. I've never had a break in ten years. Unless you count sleep. I stared out the window looking at the ocean blue. It looks really pretty. I like it, the flow and crash of waves, the smooth textures it makes to show how gentle and yet how powerful it can be puts me in awe. Maybe I my next story should be with the ocean. That would be a nice touch.

"Sorry to disturbed you ma'm, but are you Jessica A. D.?"

I sighed, "Yes, that's me."

"I'm sorry, but could you look into mental disorder next? It is a huge thing and people are looking into it."

"I will most certainly try." I guess people forget that I'm human sometimes. But I love requests, it shows people know what I am and the world is doing. And that they're willing to tell there voice to someone.

I noted down what he asked. And scene I do have that I think that it will be easier to handle with people to explain what it is like. And how each person does have a mind.

I do though have a feeling that I'm not going to have much rest getting to my vocation and meeting. Oh, yeah, I have a meeting as well. Meeting up with a bunch of people. The only one telling themselves in which I'm working with is Alfred F. Jones, American, and is hard to sway into a agreement for your side of the case. That's all I know about him. Like he doesn't want to be known. It's strange, but I fully understand him. I'd rather have almost no one know me then have a group of people come at me the instant that I'm at a spot.

I feel like I still have so much to do still. Luckily I'm still young at the age of 18. It's not easy but I do it. Who going to do anything other then me? It seems that almost no one cares or doesn't want to stop all the bad things. It sickens me.

"Ma'm, I did what you asked and they would like one was well. If it's okay with you."

"If you're a fan, you should know the answer to that already."

I gave her a bunch of the same books that I handed her before with my name written on it my me.

"Thank you very much! Is their anything you would like?"

I thought about it for a moment, "I would like some water. Thank you!"

"I'm on it." she calmly stated and went off.

"Miss Jess?" I heard a child call out.

"Yes?"

"I-I want to say I love your music! It helps me out through the day-and my parents are okay with it-and you have a beautiful voice!"

I blushed, "Thank you, what's your name?"

"I'm Tom!" proudly answered him.

"Well, I'm glad to meet you Tom, what's your Itunes name?"

"T-tom rocks"

"Well "Tom Rocks" I think you should hear a little of what I have next."

"Out loud!" he asked.

"Sure," I told him.

I'll sing a bit of a new song that I've been working on.

"Can I record it?"

"Only about ten seconds."

"Okay!"

I took in a deep breathe. Almost all of the plane went silent to hear me. I closed my eyes to ignore all the eyes on me.

"Think of all the world in your fingertips, think of all the things to say with your lips. And think of all the things you're holding back. 'Cause those things will come at you and attack. Oh, stay strong you have a lot ahead of you. Think of all the things that you could do. Look at all the world you see. And think about how you just could be, the one to stop the war. The one the world is looking for," I sang clear.

People cheered all around the plane. Even the ones working. "Thank you for the music." the ones controlling the plane answered through the com. I blushed, this isn't how I planned my day to go out. Not like this.

Now everyone knows I'm on here. Maybe if I could...

I looked at everyone. One person was going to say something to me but stopped in midair and went back to their normal thing. Strange. I looked right at them too. People know to just ask when I look at them.

"Huh, strange. I don't remember this," the kid said out loud. Then played the music I just sang to him. Ten seconds perfectly. "But it sounds pretty cool! Like one of Jess'es songs! I'll keep it!"

Did they just-"Your water ma'm."

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry but I don't remember you getting on board."

"I don't like to show my face, that's all." It's true. I don't like showing my face.

"Can I look at it?"

Well, might as well.

"You're very pretty."

"Thank you."

And she went off. No reaction. I pushed the button and I was going to go to the bathroom and went off to just that. Why doesn't anyone recognize me?

I looked into the mirror to see my face is perfectly normal. Did, I do something? Some sort of magical thing? I just wished no one recognized me and and that just happened.

I looked into the mirror again and thought hard. I want freedom, I want so many things that are wrong of this world to end. But...I don't even know if it's okay! What if it's like good karma, bad karma? Okay think, breathe. Maybe this is a good thing. I can make any wish come true after all!

But first I have to test it out. "I wish that my hair was three inches longer," I thought. I looked down at my hair to find it three inches longer than it once was before!

I squealed and took a deep breathe. Come down Jess this is power and with power like the famous line from Spider Man, "Great power comes great responsibility." I love that line.

Any why, I breathe in and out. And gave the wish I want most at this time. "I wish that after the meeting, everyone will treat me like a normal person until my vacation is done." This will no one any harm. "And that everyone will remember me once it's done."

I then went out of the bathroom and things played out as normal. This was going to be the best week ever!

*Russia's perspective

Okay, this girl stressed that people will know her, even I will and to stay calm. I told her and even if she was Jessica A. Dareon that I would just do my part. She just seemed to giggle and tell me, "we'll see."

I had a sign made asking for Katniss to Russia. I don't know why but she said, "So people don't crowd around you trying to get to me."

Maybe this girl is Jessica Dareon. Calm down, it's most likely not going to be her. She may like people and show little to no hate, but this isn't how the others would let her go out. Not with her global fame. Luckily she doesn't have to deal with other countries and being immortal. That's a hard thing to handle with.

Remember the line, "Hello, I'm Ivan and welcome to Mother Russia! I'm going to help you out with a tour and help you get from place to place." There, perfect. She doesn't know a thing, no one other than the ones controlling us for the people. Which I'm fine with. I want the best for my people. I love them very much da! Maybe I can get this lady to join Mother Russia, well me, as well! I just hope that she's just as nice as she sounded on the phone.

The plane she said she came from (which is from America) has just landed. Many people where waiting for there person/people here as well. This plane was not for the cheap. She must then have some money. Maybe she isn't as nice as she sounded on the phone. Most rich people sound nicer on the phone then in reality.

People rushed out the door with there things or looked over here for there person guiding them. She told me ahead of time she'll have to be one of the last to get off because issues with people. She said it as people will mop her just to get a picture with her or her autograph. Meaning she's famous and popular.

This felt like a drag, each minute of not seeing her was a minute of more stress. Then the crazy idea came in mind, "What if it's little sister?" Oh crap. It can't be!

He felt his phone go off. He grabbed for it as barely anyone was now here. "Everyone's off. I'm coming! Please don't freak out!"

She sounded so gentle, like she cared about me, and somehow read my mind. I took a deep breathe and calmed myself down. Now thinking about it, I'm getting worked up for nothing!

*Jessica's perspective

I was the last one off the plane. People I didn't even know gathered up my things for me and placed them right out to the door. "Are you sure you don't want someone to carry these for you?"

"I'm sure! Thank you though!"

"You're welcome!"

Good. That's out of the way. I carried all my things and shifted weight in order to carry my things. In which Becky cared for. Thanks Becky.

I took a deep breathe and hoped for the best, "Please don't let my guide be a person that hates me or a complete fan or hasn't run away yet in fear of me or doesn't think I care or be someone that left me for something else."

To my luck he was still there. I couldn't see him through the phone but, wow. He was tall and cozy and nice looking physically and friendly looking and all the good things that I'd look for in a person. And I haven't even meet him yet. But he was awfully cute, or hot.

"Uh..." I tried saying something but failed to awe. What's wrong with me!

"H-Hello! I'm Russia! Welcome to Ivan!"

I stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing! This was to perfect to be true! "Well, Russia I'm Jessica A. Dareon. The one everyone knows about now a days..."

He just stared at me in awe. Oh no. Bad start. "You're prettier than what people credit you for."

I blushed, "Thanks, and you're a handsome looking young man."

He blushed as well. He wasn't all that bad. I was imaging worse. You know with this head. And thinking the worse thing possible. I wonder what he was thinking about me.

"Well, I think you might need help with your luggage."

I stared at my four suit cases I was holding. "What? This ? I'm fine! Just adjust them a bit and I'll be fine!" I claimed.

Funny when I said that I lost one of the suit cases and tripped on it. He caught me, "I think you're being a little suborn."

I nodded, he told me the truth. No one tells me something that they think I won't like. I grew a smile on my face again as he held two of my suit cases and I carried two in mine.

"Don't think that I'll be giving you any good time in the bed okay? We're just for now going to be friends."

"What! In bed!" Whoops, he doesn't understand my strange humor yet.

"Sorry, I mean, we're just friends as of now."

"Agreed Da!"

I giggled, I wish I could speak all the languages. I'm still working on Russian. I've gotten English, German, and some others that I feel I shouldn't tell.

"So? What's first?"

WHOO! First one done! I'll give the next one out if you guys like it. Please Review! And give honesty! I most likely do need help...hope you liked it!