Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Everything is a complete blur.
I have no idea how half my night went tonight. I remember coming with Vera, Sam and Elena, then dancing and getting drinks. I met a guy named Hugo, I think it was, then we talked and drank together.
We danced too, my friends were already rooting for me. But that's all I remembered really. Since I woke up in the middle of the flight, I hardly remembered a thing.
I didn't even know how I got on this plane after the ball. So when I woke up, I was more confused than I'd ever been.
I've only been awake for a little while, a couple minutes maybe, and I noticed I was in a little hub inside the plane. A small closed off room, with a bed inside. There was a small desk fixed to wall, which held a water bottle on the side. At least it probably did, I got woken up by the bottle rolling off the table and tumbling to the floor. It shook me out of my unconsciousness, as I'm guessing I was in.
Maybe I'd fallen asleep, but I don't remember it. How would I have gotten unconscious, I only remember drinking one drink or two.
The door to the little hub was shut, so I couldn't necessarily see that I was in a plane, but once I looked to my side, the little oval shaped window with a slide covering it, gave it away.
It was also the turbulence and the minor shakes the plane experienced in the few minutes I was awake for. Oh and the sound of the plane, along with the weird feeling when I swallowed. The sound in my ears felt cut off slightly.
An instant feeling of dehydration drags me to reach for the bottle rolling on the floor, picking it up and unscrewing the lid, before taking a large gulp of the water. I put the lid back on and look down.
I'm still in my dress, and it's rather uncomfortable being in it, since it feels stuck to my body already. I place the bottle on the bed, gripping the desk as I lift myself up and take balance. Well, at least I can stand up straight.
I take a step towards the door. And I can walk too. I take the little caved handle on the door, sliding it open to the left and revealing more light than in the small hub. It was only lit lightly, whereas the cabin of the plane was far brighter.
The door slides full open and I take a step out of the little room, entering the cabin, to be met with several pairs of eyes quickly. Oh, did everyone know I was in there? Passed out, most likely?
As I take a look around, two heads pop up from the top of the plane seats, then a third one. I notice them immediately, by both faces and hair, that it's Vera, Elena and Sam.
