the second he stepped on the plane i gasped. loudly. i swear, at least four heads turned to look at me in disgust for
disrupting their sleep. we stopped in warsaw, poland at about 3:45 am. i was surprised to see only one new person board
the plane.  anyway, back to my gasping. i'm not easily impressed, but let's just say, this kid had me stunned. he looked
about nineteen years old, he was tall, much taller than me, at 5'4 and sixteen. to say the least, his body was
perfection.  every angle was put in a way that if you moved it just barely, it'd look disastrous, but in the way the
angles were, it made my heart beat faster. i wasn't wearing my glasses, or any contacts, because i had been trying to
sleep just like everyone else. he was standing there staring at everyone. i wished he would move closer so i could see
his face. he fished in his pocket and pulled out a little white card, and looked at it, squinting. he then slipped his
hand back in his pocket,  pulling out some rectangular, sophisticated glasses. i slipped them on his nose, looked at
the card,  and started walking down the aisle, looking at all the little plates on the ceiling. there were two empty
seats next to me, i prayed one would be his. i was not ready to dig through overflowing purse to find my hideous
glasses. he walked,  quite gracefully i might add, to a seat in front of me. dammit, i thought. he turned around, and
looked right at me. i held my breath to keep from gasping again. his eyes. those were the best part of it all. they
were huge. they were this colour of dark green i had never seen. they had little sparkles and small parts of brown.
they were so intriguing. i couldn't breathe. the planes of his face were very extreme and i loved the sharp angles. his
lips were small and full, and well moisturized. i wanted to lean forward and kiss him right there. his skin was quite
pale, and had no flaws except for a small scar by his left eye. it was a shade lighter, if that was even possible, from
the rest of his skin. he had shaggy, straight, layered hair that covered his eyes at the top, barely. it was dark brown,
and reflected the bright plane lights. his face was only about a foot away from mine, i could smell him. he smelled like
laundry detergent, peppermint, and some incense. i smiled at him, and he just stared, and turned around. to other
people, he probably looked wiped out and too contrasting. not to me. i was obviously offended about his blow off, so i
slipped on some headphones and went back to reading my book. i had read through two chapters, when i felt a tap on my
shoulder. i jumped, and one of my headphones fell out. i heard a angelic laugh coming from the seat on my right. i
flipped my head and saw him. sitting next to me. close to me. his arm on the rest. laughing. i was stunned. "something
wrong,?" he seemed to be smirking. i laughed. "no, you just startled me, that's all". he smiled. "i'm william". he put
out his hand, and i shook. "i'm elle" he smiled again, and then said, "i had to come sit by you, that old woman was
passed out on me."  "why do you seemed so surprised dear? you're gorgeous" i finally smiled.  "well, thank you. you
aren't too bad yourself" that was pretty much the biggest under statement i've ever said. how was i controlling myself?
how was i not hyperventilating? "um elle, you're breathing pretty hard. perhaps i should order you a water?" i looked
away. okay, maybe i was hyperventilating. "no, i'm fine. air pressure, you know" he nodded. "so, , why are you going to
denmark?" i smoothed the ruffle of my dress and tucked a hair behind my ear. "i'm from the Ukraine, and my entire family
lives in copenhagen." i said. he laughed. "you live alone? aren't you a little young?" i watched his eyes look me up and
down again. i shook my head. "no, i live with my older sister, saim. she's 26" he nodded. "so, how old are you, then?" i
blushed "i'm sixteen" his smile grew bigger by the second. "what are you so happy about?" his smile quickly vanished.
"nothing, nothing. i'm sixteen also" now it was my turn to smile. i looked up at the little screen that was playing a
movie, and saw a girl crying on a train. i didn't feel like a drama, so i decided it was time to get into my
conversation with william. "so, william, why are you traveling to denmark from warsaw?" he frowned. "you don't have to
tell me" i added, quickly. he shook his head. "it's not that, it's just embarrassing." i kept looking. his eyes seemed
to get innocent, like he was tired. not so intense, maybe for a half a second. "i was in warsaw, living with my
girlfriend and her family" i stared at him. he moved away from his family to live with at girl at age 16? i didn't
interrupt.  "i was living with them since i was fourteen, and my girlfriend broke up with me last week" i looked down.
i felt so bad for asking. he laughed. "i'm pathetic, huh? perhaps you're blushing because i made this conversation
awkward, yes?" i looked back up at his face. "no, trust me. i just feel badly for asking about something personal, to a
complete stranger. i'm sorry, about your relationship." he smiled "stop blushing. stop it. you're fine, it's not like
you knew what was going on" i looked back at his jaw lines as he talked, then watched his hair move slightly as his
mouth moved. i felt an urge to touch his cheek. "elle? are you with me still or am i speaking with myself?" i looked
back to his eyes. "no, i was listening. so, do you have family to return to in copenhagen?" he looked at the other
passengers, making sure no one was listening. "alright, i have no idea why i'm telling you this, but i feel like i can.
i'm going to live by myself, in a small apartment" my mouth dropped, and my voice came to a whisper. "but you're
sixteen" he smiled, slyly though, he looked like a jaguar that had just won it's prey. "i have fake records and
documents, what elle, you don't think i look any older? i'm offended" he was still grinning. he seemed very proud. "you
do look older, i guessed around twenty" i might as well flatter him. "i'm astonished though, won't you get lonely?" he
laughed, loudly. "shhh!" i scolded him. a fat man in a different aisle was glaring at us.  "i won't. i have friends in
copenhagen, and all my friends are eighteen and older" i frowned, then quickly made it disappear. he noticed. "i make
exceptions, don't get sad on me" i smiled and laid back, closing my eyes. "elle?" i opened one eye. "yes?" i replied.
"can we exchange numbers?" i opened both eyes and sat up. "of course" i handed him my small black phone, and he handed
me his own. i typed my ten digits in quickly, and gave him his white slider back. it said happy birthday on the back. i
decided not to ask. the earbuds were back in my ears, and the book was back in my hands.
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"halt!" the solider screamed. "right where you're standing! halt!" i turned around. "me?" he grabbed my elbow and
started walking. "yes, you." i started to fight against his grasp. everyone in the square was staring. "i didn't do
anything!" the solider started screaming to other soldiers in Danish. i was kicking and trying to get him to let go of
his tight grip on my arm. "you must have the wrong person, this has got to be a mistake" i said. the solider just
swiftly escorted me to the authority station across the street. "i've got her" i had understood his accented Danish
that time. "this must be a mistake" i said again, to a different solider. he just stared and grabbed my other arm as
they rushed me down a hallway and into a small, grey room. there was a man sitting there. he wasn't a solider, just an
older man. maybe late forties, early fifties. he didn't even look Danish. the second time i scanned the little room, i
saw him. there sitting with handcuffs on his pale wrists, at the desk with the older man, was William, staring at the
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i had been in Copenhagen, Denmark for two weeks and a few days after my memorable plane ride. i had met tons of new
people, gotten a tattoo, and even started looking at downtown apartments. i hadn't talked to William the entire time i
had been in the city. now, was my chance. Will and i were sitting side by side in a cell. the officers hadn't really
explained it very well, that morning. all they had told me, in horrific English, was that i was caught helping a
criminal. i guess they meant William. when they told me and shoved me into this cell, i thought they were talking about
his fake I.D. and living alone, which we had discussed quietly on the plane ride into Copenhagen. i didn't understand
how the police could call him a criminal when millions of kids create fake I.D.'s and lie about age. i knew it had to
be something different. but what? Will wouldn't even look at me, still. we had been sitting here in this cell for what
seemed like ages, he kept muttering things like "i'm sorry" and "this shouldn't even involve you". finally, he looked
at me. he looked like he was going to cry. i had already bawled, maybe an hour ago. who's counting. "i can explain,
elle." i looked up from the braid i had been doing in my hair, to his giant speckled eyes. locked in a cell or not,
about to cry or not, filled with guilt or not, they were still breath taking. "please do" i replied, looking away and
staring at my sun touched wrists. Copenhagen had been so warm. not very usual for Denmark this time of year. he slid
next to me. "okay, this had nothing to do with my alcohol or anything on the plane" read my mind, again. "or my
underaged living." i nodded. "i didn't think so" i said, going back to my braid. "elle, i deal drugs. i have no other
way to make a living. i don't do them, or sell very often. but i am dealing some serious shit and making a gigantic
profit" i stared at him. to be honest, i wasn't very surprised. i mean, it was crazy. but at least he hadn't raped
someone or something like that.



TO BE CONTINUEEEEED.