Setting
Queenie Isaac swung her large leather satchel over her shoulder and pulled her battered up, plastic suitcase along the clinical looking hallway of Thailand airports. She had already decided where she was going from there, a luxury beach holiday in the Carribean, with a super sized suite and everything. No. She was going to meet the author of her favourite book, after winning a competition in a teen magazine. She quickly found her way to flight deck Qv31 and sat down on one of the worn chairs immedietly. Through the thick glass bricks near the entrance to the plane, she could vagualy see the outline of the monster jet she was about to board, in precisely- she checked her wrist watch- an hour. Queenie grabbed a magazine and began attempt to read that long hour away.
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