Fugam: Isla

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\Fugam\ [flight/flying]

It was 3:00am eastern time, and I was groggily walking to the kitchen to pour some coffee into a mug. I quickly walked back to my bedroom, half awake, mind you, and into my closet. I knew my grandparents and friends would be greeting me there when I arrived, so I threw on a blue blouse with a white-knitted sweater over it, skinny jeans, my leather riding boots from years ago, a necklace (just to look sophisticated), a touch of makeup, and I grabbed my grey winter trench coat, suitcase, and my all important coffee mug, then hailed a taxi to take me to JFK airport.

The taxi driver was an old Man with greying hair and a beard. I told him where to go, and he flipped the switch on the meter. I grabbed my phone out of my purse, and looked at the texts sent from Del and Emily. As the driver was pulling up to the airport, my phone began to ring.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed at my associate through the phone. "Nobody in there right mind should be up at this hour! I know I asked you to do work for me, but not to this extent. It's the weekend. SLEEP!"

"Umm, Ms. Beaumont, somebody called me asking for you. I didn't know what to do, so I put them on hold."

"Just... Tell them I'm unavailable, and won't be able to return their call until I get back from vacation. Okay? Now enjoy your weekend Mr. Gordon. I won't be there for the month, so you'll be working under Rachel Irving. Now, I've got a flight to catch. Goodbye." And with that, I hung up.

I paid the taxi driver in full, with a more than generous tip. I grabbed my large suitcase out of the trunk, and walked into JFK. I checked my watch, and the time read 5:27.

'Great. I've got 4 hours to kill until I have to board.' I thought to myself.

I walked over to the lady at the bag check desk, and put my luggage on the platform next to her. I handed her my ticket, and she directed me the way to the waiting area, as my bag rolled down a conveyor belt with about 3 others. I made my way towards the direction the lady pointed towards, went through security, and then found myself stopped in front of a almost empty Starbucks. I ran my way over to the cashier, and quickly ordered a Venti Chai tea latte, a shot of espresso, and a blueberry scone. When my order arrived, I downed the espresso, and I was finally completely awake. I grabbed the latte and scone that followed, and strides over to the waiting area seats. I sat down, and took my iPad out of my large purse, plugged my earphones in, and started watching my favourite show on Netflix. Cake Boss. I definitely killed time watching that show, because the next thing I heard was the lady's raspy voice on the intercom.

"All first class passengers for flight 367, please begin to board the plane." She announced.

I walked towards her desk, and handed her my ticket. She scanned it, and told me to head on inside. I walked towards my seat, B2, and sat down next to the window. I looked out to see all the early-bird workers on the runway, driving luggage to the cargo section on the planes. I heard someone sit down beside me. A large man in a suit. He took out his computer, and immediately began typing. The doors to the plane suddenly shut, and the flight attendant was on the intercom again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts, and put away and turn off any electronic devices you may have on you at this moment." She continued to talk in both English and Spanish about safety rules and where the life vests are placed. "Now, please prepare to take off. As a reminder, remember to fasten your seat belts. Our final destination for today is Chicago, Illinois. Please enjoy your flight." Was all I heard before I fell fast asleep.

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