Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games, or the characters in this story. Both of those belong to the lovely Suzanne Collins.
"All passengers on flight 248 with service to California, Russia and Canada, we are now boarding," one of the flight attendants announces over the intercom. I reach down to my larger bag, pulling up the 'easy maneuvering' handle, and sling my travel case over my shoulder.
The line to the plane entrance starts to grow, as I make my way to the third class section. While I was looking for flights to Canada, a multi-location flight was easier to pay for. Go figure.
"Name please," a flight attendant asks me, as I reach the front of the line. I answer him while reaching into my bag to retrieve my passport. "Clove Evans," my voice catches slightly, as I get a good look at the attendant. My eyes wander for a minute as I notice the man's muscular figure and messy blonde hair.
He snaps me out of my daze, by nudging me ever so slightly. "Oh, right," I blush and hand him my passport. He scans my passport, closing it and handing it back to me. As he hands it back to me, I just barely notice the piece of paper sticking inside.
Wanting to ask the attendant about the paper, I turn back around, only to realize he is helping another passenger.
A tall blonde lady directs me towards the gate, and I try desperately to suppress rolling my eyes at her. She seems to be my age, if not younger, and is wearing a shortened version of the flight attendant uniform. Skirt and all. And as I continue to observe, I note that she both looks stupid, and seems to be stupid, as she is repeating details that have already been said by other flight attendants.
She directs me again for a second time, and this time I oblige, leaning against the ramp railing to find her nametag. As I read the name 'Glimmer Shine,' I suddenly have great difficulty trying not to laugh.
Continuing down the gate ramp, and onto the plane - after several more 'get moving' gestures from Glimmer, I find myself slightly shocked to see the cabin.
The plane is rather open, and it appears that there isn't a single seat inside. Instead of seats, in a circular formation, I notice three rows of numbered rooms.
"Do you need help finding your room?" a voice belonging to a rather pretty brown haired girl calls out to me.
I swivel around on the spot, nodding in the process. "Yes please. I didn't even know there were rooms. Fancy," I say while taking my time.
The attendant nods as I hand her my boarding pass. She takes the pass from me, just as the small piece of paper that the blonde haired man gave me, flutters onto the floor. Leaning down, I snatch it off the floor before the attendant has a chance to see it.
Thankfully, she seems preoccupied dealing with my boarding pass. As I look over her shoulder, I notice that she is using some sort of pen on the back of the paper. 'Odd,' I think. 'Aren't you just supposed to use the seat number?' I wonder silently.
She continues penning over the page, and I notice that the ink she is using is clear. I almost ask her what she is doing, when two numbers start to appear on the page, in bright red ink.
The attendant gasps slightly, when she sees the number. Craning my neck, I lean closer to read over the tall woman's shoulder. The card reads, "room number 40."
AN: Thank you to anyone who read this! This is my first fanfiction, and reviews are greatly appreciated! ~Kat