Isabelle's (sort of) Later Life
"I've always wanted to go to Russia to study ballet!" Isabelle squealed in that annoying voice of hers.
"Are you sure you'll be ok?" her mother asked.
"Well,...I don't have any spending money, but *sob* I'll manage," Izzy whined.
"Nonsense!" her father exclaimed, "Here's my third credit card!"
"Oh Daddy! You're too sweet!" Isabelle exclaimed.
"You'd better hurry up and go through security now, darling," her mother said, "Jade called to say she loves you."
"We love you too," her father said tenderly. The three embraced, and Isabelle skipped off to
security. She strode confidently through, placed her bags in the scanner, collected them, and headed to the atrium. Izzy sat down, and glanced at the digital screen of boarding times.
"In one hour, I'll be headed to Russia!" Isabelle said to herself excitedly. An hour of boring waiting, watching, and blowing $20 at the gift shop later, the intercom buzzed.
"Flight 666 to begin boarding. All passengers, please report to the boarding gate. Thank you," the automated voice said. Isabelle grinned, gathered up her five piece Vera Bradley luggage set, and headed to the gate.
"Miss? Hello miss?" a voice said from behind her. She jumped, and turned around.
"Who are you?" Isabelle asked.
"Head officer of airport security. You'll have to come with me," he said. Isabelle nodded, and followed him to his office.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the stool in front of his desk. Izzy sat.
"Mister, I'm sorry, but I REALLY need to get on that flight!" she cried.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," the security official said.
"Why ever not?" Isabelle asked.
"You're under arrest," he said.
"Why?" she yelled.
"Russia has requested you be detained before poisoning their country with your whiny privileged attitude, horrific dancing, and sparkle vomit fashions," he said calmly. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Isabelle, crying, dropped her luggage and ran. She burst through the first window she came to, never to be seen again.
"Izzy!" the guard cried, "Izzy! It was a joke!" he yelled, throwing down his cap, "I thought you would realize I was your father," he sobbed, "It's April Fool's Day."
