"Why, why am I always late?" She cursed herself softly. Her hair whipped around her as she flew through the terminals. Her labored breathing and bare foot pads drowned out by the monotone voice over the loud speaker. She clutched the handle to her rolling carry on in one hand, and her ticket and purple heels in the other.<br/><br/>Upon seeing her gate, her pace quickened, before it came to a slamming hault. A man, with a shuffling nature stepped between her and the airport worker. Her mind drawing a blank on the technicalities for name sake. "Come on." She muttered. His voice held such and excitement that she struggled to no doze off while standing. Her heart raced, as much as it could, and finally he moved on.<br/><br/>In two giant steps she reached the friendly woman, and flashed her ticket before continuing down the hall to the plane. Passing the slow moving individual with a sigh, she shook her head. "Ma'am. They've already boarded. They might not let you on."<br/><br/>Within a few moments she was stepping through the door way of the plane, and nervously glancing around to find her seat. Tensions had been high in her hometown, with the bludgeoning incident and all. She just needed to go, to start over somewhere that wasn't here. She glanced down at her ticket, "B 13," She whispered to herself. An aisle seat, she thought, and found it soon after.<br/><br/>As she began to lower herself, and stewardess approached. "May I see your ticket ma'am?"<br/>She didn't want to release her only means to freedom, but reluctantly she agreed.<br/><br/>The stewardess tsked. "Ma'am, we have already seated this row. You will have to return to the loading bay..."<br/><br/>"No!" She argued aburptly, before collecting herself. "Please no, I missed my cab this mornig. I lost my house keys, I was late for the ferry, and had to walk twenty three extra blocks. Can't we just..." About that time, two men began arguing at the front of the plane.<br/>The stewardess sighed, handed the woman her ticket back, and walked away.<br/><br/>For a few moments, she sat alone in silence. Having stowed away her bag, she slipped her hand held mirror from her pocket and checked her appearance. Her dark freckles splattered her pale face. Red curls were held tightly in a braid down the side of her head and down over her left shoulder. It rested, curled on her lap at its end. Her misty green eyes were rimmed red from lack of sleep. At least, that's what she would claim... what her makeup portrayed. Besides the ID card, cut up in between the hundreds of bills in her wallet, nothing gave way to her condition. It wasn't safe for her kind here. Not any more.<br/><br/>Nervously, she reapplied her lavender lipstick, and tried to settle in for her ride. Today, was a new day. The rest of her life began upon take off. The pilot's voice began introduction, and she fastened her seat belt.<br/><br/>(Sorry for typos and a spotty intro. I hope you like it, and if not it's okay. Thank you for the opportunity any way. :) )