We finally got on the plane, and found our seats, escorted by half the stewardesses. Cosimo ordered half the food on the airline menu, and because of her great and mighty escort - me - everything was free. But after eating, the plane finally took off after some complications, all the food ended up coming out. For ten minutes straight the girl threw up in vomit bag after vomit bag. Some had to be taken from the lower classes because she had so much in her stomach. Eventually, she was tired out by her ordeal, and dozed off, leaving me with the horrid smell, no matter how many cans of deodorant they sprayed around.
I looked over at Cosimo, and found a sight that terrified me. She was convulsing and foaming at the mouth. I picked her up and laid her on the floor, and backed everyone away, hoping she hadn't done any major damage. It was then, that a thought popped into my mind.
What if she... No, she can't be... But it would make sense... I eventually tossed the thought away, and soon found out that the girl hadn't done any major, or minor damage. I vowed never to take her on a plane again.
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Snow Maiden
General FictionWhat do you get when you mix a grieving woman with an evil split personality, a little girl with incurable cancer, alcohol, immortality, humanoids and a totalitarian court system? One heck of a ride. No age restriction, but there is swearing.
