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Chapter 2
When she finally reached the airport, Rachel was a little tired from the hour long drive, but she had lost none of her earlier motivation. It was so nice not to hear the constant bickering of her parents in the background; she could finally hear herself think. Aside from all the traffic, that is. She entered the airport, and quickly located a booth that said "United Airlines," and lucky for her, there was only one person in front of her.
Rachel: I'd like one ticket to Italy please.
Stewardess: Certainly. Cash or credit?
Rachel: Visa.
She handed the perky woman her Visa card. It had always been a dream of hers to go to Italy. Monica had been in 10th grade, and after all the raving she had done about the sights, clothes, and the food, it was all Rachel could do not to get on a plane that very second. Now, her dream was coming true. She was finally going to Italy, and best of all, without her parents. The woman gave her the ticket, and after checking in her luggage, Rachel hoisted her small bag onto her shoulder, and started looking for Gate 38 D.
On the plane
Rachel finally found seat 34 B, and strapped her seat belt around her waist as soon as she sat down, as she was deathly afraid of flying. "Hi!" Rachel turned her head to look at a perky blonde woman who was staring down at her with what looked to be a permanently fake smile plastered on her face.
Rachel: Hi.
Ally: Hi, I'm Ally! It looks like we're going to be sitting next to each other!
Rachel: Yep. unfortunately, she thought to herself. I'm Rachel by the way.
Ally: So, are you meeting your parents over in Italy?
Rachel: Um, no, I'm going by myself...my cousin lives in Italy so I'm probably going to stay with her; I'm part of a student foreign exchange program.
That was such a lie. Rachel knew no one over in Italy, she didn't even know where she was going to stay, let alone speak Italian. But she would manage. Or at least she hoped she would.
Ally: Oh, well that's nice.
Rachel: Yea. So what about you?
She had to at least try to make conversation with this woman; after all, she would be sitting with her the whole way to Italy. Rachel started to tune out after the woman began to launch into some long winded story about how she was going to go meet her boyfriend who she had actually met in America last summer, but he lived in Italy so he had to go back, and now they were finally going to be reunited. She also mentioned that they had been set up by each other's parents through some foreign...blind date company Rachel had never heard of. But from what she could see of Ally right now, she could tell while this Italian boy's family would want him to marry her. Ally seemed extremely wealthy, as you could tell from the Louis Vuttion carry on bag sitting next to her feet, the Tiffany necklace, and the David Yerman bracelets.
Pilot: Ladies and gentleman, we are just about to leave the runway, take off should be in about 2 minutes. We hope you enjoy your flight.
Rachel was tired, so as soon as she had attempted to eat some of the plane supplied dinner, she tucked the airline pillow under her head and fell into a restless sleep, waking up every now and then and seeing Ally talking to an older man sitting across the aisle. She seemed pretty involved in the conversation, judging by the immense amount of flirting the man and Ally were doing.
Rachel [thinking to herself]: God, I hope this Italian guy knows what he's gotten himself into.
The next time she woke up the pilot's announcement was: "We will be arriving in Italy in 10 minutes, so please fold up your trays and put your seats into their upright positions."
Rachel looked to her left and saw that Ally was miraculously still awake and talking to the man across the aisle, this time exchanging pieces of paper with phone numbers written on them. She sighed to herself as she put her seat into the "upright" position, preparing herself for the landing, and all that it would bring her.
Chapter 2
When she finally reached the airport, Rachel was a little tired from the hour long drive, but she had lost none of her earlier motivation. It was so nice not to hear the constant bickering of her parents in the background; she could finally hear herself think. Aside from all the traffic, that is. She entered the airport, and quickly located a booth that said "United Airlines," and lucky for her, there was only one person in front of her.
Rachel: I'd like one ticket to Italy please.
Stewardess: Certainly. Cash or credit?
Rachel: Visa.
She handed the perky woman her Visa card. It had always been a dream of hers to go to Italy. Monica had been in 10th grade, and after all the raving she had done about the sights, clothes, and the food, it was all Rachel could do not to get on a plane that very second. Now, her dream was coming true. She was finally going to Italy, and best of all, without her parents. The woman gave her the ticket, and after checking in her luggage, Rachel hoisted her small bag onto her shoulder, and started looking for Gate 38 D.
On the plane
Rachel finally found seat 34 B, and strapped her seat belt around her waist as soon as she sat down, as she was deathly afraid of flying. "Hi!" Rachel turned her head to look at a perky blonde woman who was staring down at her with what looked to be a permanently fake smile plastered on her face.
Rachel: Hi.
Ally: Hi, I'm Ally! It looks like we're going to be sitting next to each other!
Rachel: Yep. unfortunately, she thought to herself. I'm Rachel by the way.
Ally: So, are you meeting your parents over in Italy?
Rachel: Um, no, I'm going by myself...my cousin lives in Italy so I'm probably going to stay with her; I'm part of a student foreign exchange program.
That was such a lie. Rachel knew no one over in Italy, she didn't even know where she was going to stay, let alone speak Italian. But she would manage. Or at least she hoped she would.
Ally: Oh, well that's nice.
Rachel: Yea. So what about you?
She had to at least try to make conversation with this woman; after all, she would be sitting with her the whole way to Italy. Rachel started to tune out after the woman began to launch into some long winded story about how she was going to go meet her boyfriend who she had actually met in America last summer, but he lived in Italy so he had to go back, and now they were finally going to be reunited. She also mentioned that they had been set up by each other's parents through some foreign...blind date company Rachel had never heard of. But from what she could see of Ally right now, she could tell while this Italian boy's family would want him to marry her. Ally seemed extremely wealthy, as you could tell from the Louis Vuttion carry on bag sitting next to her feet, the Tiffany necklace, and the David Yerman bracelets.
Pilot: Ladies and gentleman, we are just about to leave the runway, take off should be in about 2 minutes. We hope you enjoy your flight.
Rachel was tired, so as soon as she had attempted to eat some of the plane supplied dinner, she tucked the airline pillow under her head and fell into a restless sleep, waking up every now and then and seeing Ally talking to an older man sitting across the aisle. She seemed pretty involved in the conversation, judging by the immense amount of flirting the man and Ally were doing.
Rachel [thinking to herself]: God, I hope this Italian guy knows what he's gotten himself into.
The next time she woke up the pilot's announcement was: "We will be arriving in Italy in 10 minutes, so please fold up your trays and put your seats into their upright positions."
Rachel looked to her left and saw that Ally was miraculously still awake and talking to the man across the aisle, this time exchanging pieces of paper with phone numbers written on them. She sighed to herself as she put her seat into the "upright" position, preparing herself for the landing, and all that it would bring her.