sandi_grl
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The twenty-four year old breathed a sigh of relief as she walked off the plane and into the airport. A new country meant a new beginning. Samantha had been planning to runaway, her get away, for several months. She already had a passport because her mom pushed her to get one when she was 18 because, "You never know when you might need one." She booked her one-way ticket, had visited the currency exchange several times during her lunches while working at the mall. When the night came, the five-foot-ten redhead threw some clothes, her most treasured possessions, and her laptop into a backpack before taking an Uber to the airport.
Her heart raced as she went through customs. She kept her green eyes forward and fought the urge to look behind her every ten seconds. There was no way anyone could know she was here. Her "boyfriend" was at work. She had used incognito tabs and proxies while looking for and booking her flight, and had used a prepaid card when buying the ticket. He'd have said and done something by now if he knew. And she didn't tell any of her few friends that she had left for fear for being told on like a child. In two days she'd be terminated from her job for desertion.
After traveling for over 14 hours, she was in London. She was finally here. Samantha felt free, which was a feeling she hasn't had in a while. After a cab ride away from the airport, she found herself in a small pub. She deserved a celebratory drink.
Her heart raced as she went through customs. She kept her green eyes forward and fought the urge to look behind her every ten seconds. There was no way anyone could know she was here. Her "boyfriend" was at work. She had used incognito tabs and proxies while looking for and booking her flight, and had used a prepaid card when buying the ticket. He'd have said and done something by now if he knew. And she didn't tell any of her few friends that she had left for fear for being told on like a child. In two days she'd be terminated from her job for desertion.
After traveling for over 14 hours, she was in London. She was finally here. Samantha felt free, which was a feeling she hasn't had in a while. After a cab ride away from the airport, she found herself in a small pub. She deserved a celebratory drink.