The airport was packed, people hurrying to get to their destinations, sick of waiting in the lines for security. I'm sure if I'd been any other sixteen year old in the same situation, I'd be looking round frantically, checking my parents hadn't caught up with me. My parents wouldn't be worried about me. They'd be worrying what they would tell the other people in the neighborhood. I walked up to the desk where I had to check in. The girl sitting at the desk looked bored, and I didn't blame her.

"Name?" She asked me, looking me up and down as she noticed both the jeans and t-shirt I was wearing had ripped in several places. They were years old, but they were comfortable, and to be flying for five hours, I needed to be as comfortable as possible.

"Eliz-" I stopped myself, before stating my new name. No. My correct name. "Rella D'Marlto."

"You sure about that?" The girl looked at me quizzically, before flicking her blonde hair and checking my ticket. "Seems fine to me. Luggage?" I shook my head. All I had was a bag to take on the plane, to reduce hassle later. "Okay. Go to gate three." I moved away as quickly as possible, but in my rush, bumped into someone. They were big and muscular, and I looked up to see they were also very handsome. I felt my cheeks burning up.

"Hey, you okay there?" I simply smiled and nodded, knowing I'd only make a bigger fool out of myself if I even tried to be coherent. "Where you headed?"

"F-Florida," I stammered, inwardly cursing myself. Why did he have to be so damn hot? Then he smiled, and I felt my insides turn to jelly.

"Me too. I'm moving out there. Sick of being cooped up here, you know?" I smiled, picked up my bag and started to walk off. But he stopped me, before carrying on. "Wait, I don't even know your name..."

"El- Rella. My Name is Rella."

"I'm Aaron," he replied, holding out his hand for me to shake. I took it, then hurried off before I could humiliate myself any more.

Soon I reached gate three, silently thanking my lucky stars he wasn't here yet. I took a seat right in the corner of the waiting room, taking out my iPod to drown everything else out. The room was slowly filling up, and I figured we'd be boarding soon. I reached down to put my iPod back into my back, after the battery had died, and I felt the row of seats I was sitting on go down a bit. I turned to see who had sat next to me. And you know what? Karma really did wanna bite my butt today.

Aaron flicked his black hair out of his face to reveal his amazing blue eyes. I found myself staring into them, and he seemed to be doing the same. I wasn't sure how long we sat there like that, but our seat numbers were soon being called so we could board the plane. He was in first class, whereas I was stuck with economy. I sat in the seat closest to the window, resting my head on the side and drifting off into a light sleep. It must have only been about five minutes later I was being woken up by one of the stewardesses.

"Excuse me, miss. Are you Rella? Rella D'Marlto?"

"Um... yeah. Is something wrong?" Had my parents actually bothered to look for me? I felt the color drain from my face as I looked at her. She smiled so brightly I could tell her teeth had been whitened, and I was sure her cheeks would end up hurting soon.

"No. You've been requested to be seated in first class." What? Who the hell would want me to go to... Okay, that boy had serious issues.

"If it was Aaron, tell him I'm sorry but I'm not interested." I shrugged and went to close my eyes again, hoping this time I wouldn't be woken up. But the stewardess still stood there, and the man next to me was checking her out at every possible moment. Great. I was sitting next to a sick pervert.

"Actually, no miss. It wasn't anyone called Aaron," she smiled down at me as she moved, gesturing for me to follow her.

"You sure? Black hair? Blue eyes? That really annoying thing where he flicks his hair every five minutes? Actually that's kinda cute..." She just laughed and shook her head, so I gave up and followed her to first class.

Wow. These people sure knew how to live... This plane had bigger TVs than I had in my house! No. My old house. Damn I need to remember that. I have no association with my old life any more. I was led up to a seat next to a man, probably reaching his late forties early fifties, and I sat down.

"You're Elizabeth I take it then."

"Um... No actually. I'm Rella. Rella D'Marlto?" I wondered how many times I was going to have to repeat my new name today. He turned and looked my up and down, taking in my clothing, my bag, and the way I looked. He shook his head and chuckled quietly.