Flight | Teen Ink


April 16, 2012
By jackiee129 PLATINUM, Kent, Connecticut
jackiee129 PLATINUM, Kent, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"It makes me happy when I see teenage girls who clearly don't fit in, gives me hope that the future might still have personality" - Haley Williams

“You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.”

She went to airports to watch people. Businessmen at work, lover’s reuniting, soldiers coming home. It was all fascinating to her. When she stepped into the terminal today, however, it was with a purpose. Her heels click-clacked on the cold linoleum floor as she approached the counter and purchased her ticket. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat at the gate in the battered leather seats. She still had some time to look around. She saw a mother fussing over her child, wrestling off his little jacket. She saw an elderly couple, grasping hands tightly, speaking softly.
Her flight was called. It was now her moment, her time to be watched and have people wonder; where is she going? Where did she come from? This was her homecoming, a place she had not been in ten long years. She wondered about all those people in the terminal, and how she now melded together with them like a school of fish in a vast ocean. The plane took off, painting new clouds in the midday sky.

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