"Hanora."

"No."

"Hanora."

"No."

"Hanora!"

"NO!" I shout. She gives me a sharp look before giving up and swaggering back down the isle. Some people had started watching us, but she gave them a easy smile as if to say 'what can you do?'. I huff and put my forehead on the cool airplane window as I feel as a stare bore into the back of my head. Gripping the armchair I turn around and see a woman in only a dress despite the cold weather. I raise a defiant eyebrow at her gaze.

"Excuse me?" I say in confusion. When she realizes I see her she blinds me with a dazzling white smile . She reaches out and touches my hair despite my uncomfortable expression and I slightly lean away from her.

"I love your hair." She purred and ran her fingers my long rich dark brown hair with red streaks that I put in as a sign of defiance at my mother, a fake flight attendant. The woman weirdly loved my olive skin and blue, causing her to gush over it all at once. Now I am really uncomfortable.

"Um, thanks." I say leaning away from her touch. My mom spots us across the plane and stomps over to us, causing yet another seen. When she reaches us, she hides her emotions with a sickly happy face.

"Hello ma'am." She says with her usual fake smile. "Can I help you?" The woman looks at her then back to me and her smile falters.

"Oh, I was just talking to you daughter-isn't she? I thought so. I was just talking." My mom looks at her in disbelief, but doesn't say anything and leaves, not without glaring at her. The woman's eyes linger at my mom until she has left and turns her attention back to me. "Listen, take these, and when this plane has finally landed, I need you to run." She said in a new and urgent tone. My eyes widen in surprise and she hands my a leather case the size of a shoe box. The man next to her shifts uneasily and seems to just notice use. He reaches for his pocket and I realize that whatever is going on kind of looks illegal. I assume he is one of the those hidden police officers on planes and the woman must have assume it too.

Quickly, she bats her eyes and said sweetly, "Hello mister, I had borrowed this young lady's neck pillow and was handing it back since we're landing in a couple minutes." His eyes glaze over and he nodded, giving her a dopey apologetic smile. I stare him in disbelief as the women turns back to me. "Don't open the box until we land. You'll know what to do, sweetheart."

Intended I cliffhanger time. This OC is @MasterYoda1002 s and I have a feeling the story has only just begun. Just kidding, I know, how does the author not know. Sorry, I'm just an idiot.