Ava Cote reclined her seat back on the plane seeming to pull the blanket over her head. The very little sunlight that dripped through the window next to her seat seemed to bother her skin. So she covered herself completely. Ear-buds slammed in her ear and seemed to be blaring "never gonna leave this bed" by Maroon five as she tried to bring herself to a world that was not the plane. She hated crowds, and even worse hated people.<br/><br/>The fact that she was on a plane was even worse. A plane purposely squished everyone together and made it difficult to move or walk. She hated flying â€¦hated it with a passion. Especially now that she didnâ€™t have her parents to make the ride easier. It was painful and she hated how the plane ride lasted for 3 hours. It pained her like everything else in the world. Flying made her feel helpless, and vulnerable to everything.<br/><br/>At last she heard even through her headphones the voice of the command room come on through the intercom.<span style="font-style: italic">"Please turn off all electronic devices, we are starting our descent."</span>She groaned and yanked off her headphones and turned off her ipod like a true respectful person. However once the music was off she heard the chilling voices of everyone else on the plane. She shivered at the very thought of communication and kept the black warm blanket over her face, and body.<br/><br/>The plane jetted down to the ground and she shut her eyes as she felt the air come out of her like a un-forgotten breath. Finally she felt the plane stop on the runway and once again the command room came on the air<span style="font-style: italic">. "Take all your belonging and please have a safe day." </span>She nearly hissed. It was the middle of the day and she defiantly hated that time. She shoved the blanket off her and pushed her hoddie over her head, and shoved her hands into her pockets. She carried no belongings beside her ipod because she had money to buy whatever she needed since her body was so frail. Some would say she was a special need kinda girl but that wasnâ€™t true.<br/><br/>She stood up from her seat and waited in line to finally escape the dreaded plane. The ride was horrible. She climbed down the stairs and at last found herself on the ground just happy to be alive. Her light blue sandy eyes scanned the area like a predator until she spotted the man with a sign. It had her name on it and many others.<br/><br/>When she saw the sign her feet immediately took flight towards him and she could feel the pain in her legs due to running. That was how eager she was to get out of the sun. Her hood from her hoodie seemed to slide down and she felt the sun burn deeply on the back of her neck. She gasped in pain and finally shoved her hood back on her head and managed to burn her hand bad. She shoved the hand into her pocket and grimaced.<br/><br/>At last she reached the man and once everyone made it to him they headed to their ride. She was the first into the vehicle due to how fast she slid her self into the limo. She scrunched herself to the back of the limo and brought her knees up on the seat and with the other hand she waved. Not once speaking but instead watched the group converse with one another. Till they would reach their destination.