Sometimes, Being The Only Girl Can be Tough [001]

Never, in my seventeen years of living, did I ever experience more of such an uncomfortable airplane ride. You see, I'm completely fine riding in the coach section, but what really killed me is the woman next to me who snored like a maniac and the really fat guy who didn't know how to get comfortable. So here I am, trying to find my comfort zone by turning my music all the way up to block out the snoring, and leaning all the way to the right side, so his fat wouldn't touch me. But, the closer that I got to the woman, I could hear her snoring that much more. So, to summarize this whole plot area, either I could;
A] Touch the man's sweaty, disgusting fat.
Or,
B] Listen to the woman's grunting/snoring/wheezing.
To me, it's a lose, lose situation.
But, in the end, I finally just stood up. There is no way in hell that I'm just going to sit here between these two for another eight hours. So, moving my frame in front of the fat guy, I tried to get my body into the aisle so I could talk to an assistant or something. But, for some odd reason, he wouldn't let me get through.
"Excuse me, but would you let me get through to the aisle please?" I said with a fake smile on my face. But, in return, he just continued to squeeze his legs, making me stay still. In no way at all, is this guy just going to have me just stay standing up in between his nasty fat legs.
"No baby. I'm liking where you are right now." He sat up straight, but that brought me closer to his body. In fact, I'm actually up against this man right now. My body up against his. Our skin actually touching. And he even had the nerve to put his arms around me. Touching my back, touching my body all over.
You see, usually for me, it would take a lot to get under my skin. It took a lot out of me to hate you. But, once you crossed that borderline, there's no chance that you'll ever cross back. So, I tried my hardest to get out of his arms, and get away from him, before I blew up. There is absolutely no way that I'm going to let myself go like that, and have a guy take over my body. I'm not going to be played. I'm not going to become another girl on the streets. I'm just another girl that wants to live her life her on way. And if a guy is going to try and take away that privilege, well, they should just think again.
"You're such an asshole." I spat in his face, while he took his fat hand and wiped the spit off of his face. So, while he did that, I took my opportunity to get up and try to get out onto the aisle. It was then, when I realized that most of the people on the plane started to just stare at the both of us. But, for some stupid reason, none of them stood up and tried to help me. With both of me feet in the aisle, I almost got away from him. But, because of my luck, he grabbed my hand before I could get away.
"Let me go!" I yelled.
"I don't think so sweetie." Grasping my hand even tighter, not even trying to let go.
I snarled at him. My attitude reaching it's peak. "Look, you're nothing but a fat perverted guy that should just get a life! So you think you can get laid because you're keeping me here? Well guess what, you're pathetic. Maybe if you can actually have a decent personality and attempt to lose some of your nasty fat hanging on the bottom of your chin, just MAYBE you might get some ass. But for now, you're nothing but a perverted freak." Jerking my hand out of his, with the last sentence.
After ignoring all of the gasp's and hoot's on the airplane, I made my way to the back of the plane. Walking up to one of the airplane assistant person waiting for her to turn around, but she never did. So, I had to be the one to tap her on the shoulder. She quickly turned around, with a large smile on her face.
"Oh, hello ma'am." Putting her coffee pot down, before facing me once again. "Is something the matter?" Her pearly white teeth, still showing.
"Um, actually yeah. Is there any way that I could get my seat changed? I sort of had an argument with the man next to me, and-" I got caught off.
The woman did a slight chuckle before looking back up at me. "No problem. We all heard your argument with that man." She came in closer to me and did a slight whisper. "Good thing too, because I would have slapped him for you. What a jerk!" She did a small giggle. As I examined her physical appearance, I realized that she really is a pretty little thing. Probably just graduated from college or something, but she did look really young. Her short red hair went right underneath her ears, while her piercing blue eyes shined underneath the dimly lighted room.
I laughed when she said this. "Oh?"
Before she made her way back out onto the airplane her finger started to type quickly onto a small laptop in the back of the room. I eyed her carefully, before she quickly stood up. "If you could follow me please." Smiling at me, she started to walk slowly down the aisles on the airplane. Following closely behind her, she made her way out onto the first class section. I stepped back a little bit, shocked. Never in my life had I ever got to sit in the first class. So, when the woman showed me my seat, my expression is sort of priceless.
"Seriously?!" Looking down at the chair, and then looking back at the airplane assistant. [Which I realized her name is JoAnne now.]
"Oh yeah. Everyone working today would like to apologize about your uncomfortable ride thus far." She pulled out a blanket and pillow from the cargo slot, and handed both of them to me. "Here you go. Now, we hope your ride with International Airlines will be comfortable from now on."
I nodded my head as my buttocks glued themselves onto the comfy chair. The leather felt cool underneath my deep blue jeans.
So far, this move is going better than I thought it would be.

Never in my whole life, had I ever felt so good to have my feet to touch the ground. To summarize the rest of the airplane trip into just one word, it would most definitely be nauseating. Now, don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore rollercoaster's and things like that. Anything with an adrenaline rush to kick up your life, I love. But, if that adrenaline rush stays longer for more than three yours, my head starts to get dizzy. And very dizzy at that note. Thank God for inventing Advil because if I didn't have any in my bag, I probably would have most definitely barfed up my whole lunch by now.
Damn you turbulence and your sickening skills.
So when my feet first touched the ground once again, you wouldn't believe how quickly I ran to the bathroom. But, you want to know the scariest part? My hair. Who knew that sleeping on an airplane can give you such a horrible sex-hair sort of look. No wonder people looked at me weird when I got off the plane.
Splashing the cool water on my face, and then brushing down my hair a bit, I walked out of the bathroom and took a deep breath in.
WELCOME TO LONDON AIRPORT.
And I couldnt be any more happier to be here. Jumping up and down over the excitement that, well.
I'M FINALLY HERE!
I get to start a new life, make new friends, live in a new place. All of that kind of stuff. Nobody will recognize me here, and nobody knows that I'm like. It's a fresh start, and I couldn't be any more happier.
A tap came onto my shoulder as I was just about to head towards the luggage center area. "Excuse me, are you Miss. Johnson?" Said the man. He was very handsome and with the English accent that rolled over his tongue, women are more than likely crawling all over him. He's probably not a day over forty, but his semi-gray hair was slicked back and he was wearing a very nice suit. Pinstriped, one of my favorites.
"Yes, I am. Um, do I know YOU though?" I said with a slight chuckle.
He then did a small laugh of his own. "Well, yeah that does sound a little bit stalker like." Showing my bags besides him. "I am Damien Hurley, and your parents assigned me to watch over you and to help you to get to your new school." Carrying four of my bags, while the other bags were being pushed on a cart by his body. I quickly grabbed the four bags from his hands and continued to talk to him.
By the time we ended up outside of the airport, we basically talked about everything about each other. Damien is married, has two kids, one of them goes to Georgiana itself while the other is already in college. He owns a huge company, but decided to watch over me because he's close friends with my dad. He is indeed fifty-two years old, but he says he likes to swim a whole lot to maintain his 'sexy' figure as he would so called like to put it.
My laughing still loud from the last story he told me about his son.
"And then he just stood there, his polka-dotted underwear revealing to the whole sophomore class!" He said with a loud bellow. As for me, well, I just continued to laugh. And laugh, and laugh. That is until my eyes started to tear up from all of the laughter. My stomach started to hurt as I finally found my breath and caught up to it.
"Oh man. Damien, I owe you." Standing on the edge of the curb, I dropped all of my bags, and took a quick breather. "So, where's our ride?" Looking at all of the taxi cabs and shuttle rides, thinking we're going to be taking one of them.
"If we're going to take the taxi or bus, I'll pay for it!" Volunteering myself, as I quickly started to grab my wallet from my messenger bag.
Damien chuckled once again. "Oh, you're so funny Rach." This time, I didn't do anything by the given nickname he has given me. Trust me, I really don't like to sneer at people because of a stupid nickname, but if you seriously use me, and make my life miserable, you deserve every single bad luck to happen to you. But, other than that, I'm probably not going to hate you over a nickname.
Questioning him, I cocked my head to the side a bit. "How am I funny?"
He then did a whistle with his thumb and index finger. And within a couple of seconds, a long, black stretch limo came up in front of me. My mouth dropped wide open, as I started to scream loudly. My legs then started to jump up and down, as I started to do all of these crazy hand motions.
"I. GAH. ME. HERE. LIMO. WHAT?! SERIOUSLY!?" Stuttering each and every single word, my smile went up even more.
The man besides me started to pack up all of my bags into the trunk, until it was just me standing there at the curb. Before he went in, he said a couple of sentences to me. "No, that's my ride. You're riding the shuttle dear." And just like that, my mouth dropped even more this time.
"WHAT?!" And with the slam of the door, the limousine started up it's engine. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't breath. I just stood there. That is, until the passenger seat window came down again. Damien's familiar face popped out of the tinted window. "I'm just kidding. Hop in before we get a ticket." He said with a smile, as his window started to go back up again.
"Jerk." Smiling, while I whispered to myself as my feet hopped into the stretched out limo.
After three Disney movies in the backseat, and a quick short nap, I could feel the limo give in to a short and quick stop.
"Ughaweockmske." Rubbing the sleep out my eyes, as I groaned to sit up in the soft, cushioned seating. Yawning, and stretching my body. "Damiennnnnn?" Groaning his name towards the passenger seat.
Nobody responded at the first time, as I tried to open my eyes wider.
"Damien?" Knocking on the glass that separated the front area and the back area. However, there still wasn't a response from him. Knocking again, just to double check that he's not sleeping again. The limo obviously stopped and parked somewhere. Where? That's a question that I would like to know as well. Opening the glass window, I looked over to the passenger seat to find it empty. The driver seat, empty as well.
"Well, that's weird." Putting my back against the chair, I pulled up my messenger bag and quickly opened my cell-phone. Quickly dialing Damien's number, I awaited for him to pick up. Dial tone after another tone, after another.
'Hey. You reached Damien. I'm sorry I couldn't come to the phone right so leave a message and I'll call you right back.'
After the beep, a sigh escaped my lips. "Hey Damien, it's me Rachel. You sort of just ditched me and yeah. Where are you? Call me back okay?"
I hung up the phone as I sat there in the limo. So, this is what it's like to be living the rich life huh? His son must be pretty rich and spoiled then if he can already do this to me. Shrugging my shoulders, my feet started to shake as my hands started to fumble with each other. Oh, this was stupid.
Sitting up, I grabbed the handle bar and pulled inward, opening the door slightly. Looking outside, I saw something that I just couldn't imagine. My new school. My fabulous, amazing, awesome new school. Seriously though, this place is like five times of my old school. It looks more like a university than a high school, which made me even more happier. So, I stood there, awestruck, staring up at the brick building. Yeah, I probably looked like a stupid person here.
"Rachel! Rachel!" Turning to my right, I saw Damien running up to me. By the time he reached my side, he took a deep breath, and then a quick smile. "I'm sorry I couldn't pick up the phone. Harrison and I went to go and unpack your things, so we just continued to let you sleep. We already got all of your schedule and things set up in your room, and the only thing left that you need to do, is head up to go and see the principal. He wants to have a couple of word with you." Giving me a side hug, I gave him a quick reassuring nod.
Great, it wasn't even my first day and I already had to go up to the principal's office. Luckily, not a whole lot of people were here yet, just a few of the scattered guys talking and chatting what has been going on with their summer thus far and how they're talking about something changing this year. How there's a new student, and this person is going to be the 'change' of this school.
Hmm.
Continuing on with my walk up the stairs and such, I finally reached the mahogany door with the name Georgiana on it. Knocking on it, waiting for a response. Damien still besides me, giving me a good confidence booster. I swear, if he isn't here, I would have probably been jello right now. Yeah, I was that freaked out.
"Come in." A deep voice came from the door as I slowly opened it.
"Sir?" Peeping my eyes into the room. It was decorated nicely. Frames of pictures here and there, white carpet underneath and a huge desk in the middle of the room. A big lounge chair, with a man sitting in it sat behind the large desk. And just like in one of those movies, he slowly turned around and faced me eye to eye.
"Ah, Miss Rachel. Please-" Offering the seat in front of me. "-Sit down." He too also looked quite handsome in his pinstriped suit, with a black tie to pull it all off. He didn't look as old as Damien, and had dark chocolate eyes. His hair was ruffled a bit, but it didn't go any lower than his ears.
"Hello Mr. Georgiana sir."
"Welcome to our school."
I nodded my head, thinking on what else to say.
"Um," I closed my mouth before saying something stupid to the principal.
"Mr. Georgiana?" Damien spoke up. He was still standing next to me, with a smile still printed on his face. "I think it's time that we told her why she's here." He said with a small chuckle.
I, of course, sat there, eyes wide open. "W-what?" Standing up, I made my way towards the door, but Damien cut me off before I could leave the room.
"Don't worry. It's nothing bad." Pushing me back towards the chair.
"He's right Ms. Rachel. We just wanted to tell you something so you won't be shocked when your roommate visits you." Taking a deep breath, Mr. Georgiana started to fiddle with his thumbs before continuing on. "You are the only girl here at Georgiana Boarding School. We decided to choose you because I too, am close friends with your father."
But I couldn't hear him. My ears stopped listening once he said that I was going to be the only girl here at this school. This is ridiculous. And my father decided to this?! Okay, so technically he didn't, but still. It's still sort of his fault in the end. Darn him for being close friends with every single person who is big in the business world.
"-And that's why we wanted to do this. You're basically our testing session to see if girls can be appropriate for this school." He ended his speech with a long sigh. I really didn't listen to him though because my mind was still in shock.
Rest In Result
So basically, I just sat there.
Trying to listen and comprehend all of this.
Too bad it really isn't working since most of my body just decided to go numb.
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