Jessica's prov
"May I help you young lady?" A girl called me from the counter.
"Uhh yes, Jessica Thompson. Flight booked to California."
"Aha yes. First class, right this way." I was so confused, this is so not like Canadian airports.
She led me down a small hall way and into a clearing with couches with about 10 people in it.
"Thank you." She nodded and walked back down the hallway.
I took a seat on a couch and put my phone, iPad, and MacBook on to charge.
"Excuse me. Did you go through security?" A tall man said to me
"Oh um no, I'm sorry." I replied
"It's ok, just stand up." I did as he commanded. He scanned my body with a metal detector and search through my bag.
"Ok you're good." He smiled and walked away
Well that was so different, it was 8:45 so I decided to have a nap.
"All first class passengers heading to California please make your way to the gate." A lady announced over the intercom.
I was the only one that got up. Awkward.
She scanned my ticket and let me through.
I found my seat and sat down. All the general passengers came on passing through first class and staring at me.
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