12-08-2013, 06:19 AM
Sabrina's green eyes popped open as the rocking in the plane grew greater. Her lithe body shook slightly in the seat, it was bigger than her, mostly because this was an international plane and was more luxurious. The announcements came on in German first, as the flight was from there, and she listened closely. The plane was about to land, hence the turbulence. She loved planes, but as her ears began to pop uncomfortably she swore she hated them.
Her hands moved up to rip the provided headphones from her ears. She glanced at the screen attached to the back of the seat in front of her and saw she had fallen asleep while watching This is the End. It had been funny and she had seen it before, but she scowled as she realized she had missed her favorite part, the exorcism of Jonah Hill.
The blond haired male next to her startled awake and his eyes fell on her as his lips spread into a grin. He had hit on her the whole 16 hour flight from Germany, and while she appreciated the flattery, she had grown tired of it quickly.
"Guten Morgen, Schatze," he murmured in a croaky sleep voice and stretched, white t shirt pulling up slightly so she could see his tan skin. 'Good morning, treasure,' he had said to her, and she scoffed and rolled her eyes. She buckled her seat belt as the overheard head flashing lights advised to do so and turned on her phone even though the attendants had not authorized it. She didn't have signal yet anyways, but she was bored and needed an excuse to not associate with the man next to her.
The trip had been disappointing, to say the least, and she was thankful to be back somewhere she knew people that actually enjoyed her company. Her family, having been on her bipolar mother's side, didn't want anything to do with her while she was vising Stuttgart, a large beautiful city that she had been born in, for a music video. The event of being practically disowned had brought her to tears a couple times while she was in Deutschland, but she had cried in secret and toughened back up as soon as she left. She missed Germany, but it was apparent it wasn't the other way around.
"We have now landed at Boston Logan International Airport, we thank you for choosing Delta Airlines and hope to see you again soon," the brunette male attendant spoke into the microphone from the front. His blue eyes caught hers and she winked, making his cheeks flush rose pink. She smirked and stood after unbuckling herself, tugging her black backpack down from the overhead compartment and throwing it over her shoulder. She was dressed simply: dark blue jeans, a black tank top with a black leather jacket over top, and dark red combat boots matching her lipstick. Her chocolate hair was slightly wavy and tousled from having slept on it, and she rubbed under her eyes to make sure no makeup had spread.
As she walked down the aisle, cutting in front of those moving too slow, she wiggled her fingers at the cute attendant and nodded her thanks at the rest of the crew. Her phone had just received service again and it buzzed. She had missed a call from her agent, but she would listen to the voicemail later. For now she had to find the baggage claim and a hotel until her connecting flight to Los Angeles in the morning.
"Baggage claim," she murmured to herself, it was weird speaking in English after having primarily only used her first language back in Europe. Her voice had regained more of her accent again and the words sounded slightly foreign rolling off of her tongue.
She licked her lips as she anticipated getting her luggage and having a cigarette. Staying still for too long, such as when flying overseas, made her antsy, and nicotine always helped. A bad habit, but to each his own, though her agent said otherwise. Her eyes flitted around the gate waiting section she had just entered from after having exited the hallway connecting to the plane. A blue sign close to her proclaimed the baggage claim to be just to her left and she sighed in relief.
Her long legs carried her swiftly towards the sign, her steps so light her boots barely made noise as they touched the tiled floor. She saw a few families reuniting, a few lone passengers like herself trying to find their way around. Her mind made up stories for each of them as she passed. This one was a pop star in disguise, that one was a Massachusetts born citizen returning from a business trip.
A man running past her as she neared the baggage claim bumped into her, sending her white iPhone flying from her hands. It skittered across the floor like skipping stones on a river, face down of course. Just her luck. "Hey asshole, watch it," she shouted at him but he didn't even glance back. "He must really have to piss," she grumbled and sighed, making her way towards her phone. She bent waist down to pick it up and turned it over, a large crack in the upper right hand corner. A string of curses in German left her mouth in a whisper. It hadn't been her day.
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