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That's What Little Girls Are Made Of…
Chapter Sixty-One
BPOV
"Phew," I blew at a few wisps of hair that had haphazardly fallen into my face. "Damn it," I grumbled as someone´s bag hit me on top the head.
"Careful, Ma´am," the overzealous flight attendant warned while breezing down the too narrow aisle. "Things tend to shift about in the overhead bins."
Giving her my best bitch-brow, I turned around and mumbled a "Thanks for fucking nothing," under my breath.
After forcing my backpack none too gently into aforementioned overhead bin, I sat down with a plop. The seat next to me was vacant for now, and I was praying that it stayed that way.
I was fucking exhausted.
Both physically and emotionally!
Add in an extreme case of mortification, and yeah, you got me.
All fucked up in the head.
Let me explain.
Things started out great this morning, Esme and Carlisle seemed content with me going to Chicago, and they were able to find a small private jet to rent that would take them straight to a private airstrip that Carlisle's family owned.
Oh, I know what you´re thinking, nothing out of the ordinary there, right?
Wrong!
Oh so fucking wrong!
It´s a miracle that I made it through the airport unscathed, because I swear that I was sleepwalking the entire way through the terminal, it was early as fuck, and I was not a morning person!
Oh, but that´s not the coup de grâce, oh that would have to be one Mrs. Esme Cullen.
And boy did she deliver an Oscar worthy performance.
First, she started by asking the ticket agent to assign me a red coat. And for those of you who don´t know what that is, allow me to explain. The red coat crew is the flight attendants that are responsible for those little ones that are traveling without their parents.
I mean they literally take your hand from your parents and they´re not supposed to let it go until you have been passed off to whatever approved relative or friend that is receiving you on the other side.
Aka...flying babysitters!
What. The. Fuck?
Has Esme lost her rabid-ass-mind?
I will not be pestered, harassed, offered a coloring book and colors, and pinned with plastic wings by some bubbly, bobble-head blond for the next six or so hours that has nothing better to do just so Esme can have her fucking peace-of-mind!
I´ll give her a fucking piece of my mind!
Ok...did anybody laugh as hard as I did at Esme´kraziness? Let me hear from you guys! And fyi...I had to endure the dreaded `red coats´when I was little and traveled alone. One time my Aunt came to pick me up, but called my mom while I was standing there, telling her that I wasn´t on the plane! Lol! Needless to say, when they jump-started my mother´s heart again, my Aunt received a serious cussing!
Hasta Mañana Chicas!
Krazi
xoxo