This time I would do it. I had to. 'If I don't do it now, I might never do it.' I thought while I clicked on "Confirm reservation" on the website of Klofere Airlines. Everything was prepared; the false papers, the bank accounts in different countries, and now the plane tickets too. It was November 23, 05:37 pm. Not exactly the best day of the year, because it was 6° C and it was storming outside. Not extremely heavy, but still, I was happy I would leave this weather behind, even though the countries I was planning to visit could have far worse weather than this. I had prepared a travel bag with only the basic stuff as I would be traveling light and was ready to leave. I had booked the flight of 00:15 am to Isylas from Dallere Airport, a 4-hour drive from my house.
Before I left, I checked if there was anything in my browser history that could give away the plans I made, how much food remained in the refrigerator, and how much fuel remained in the tank of the car in the garage. It was a big garage, and it could fit two cars; one car was from my parents which was a white second-hand Hyundai IX-35, and the other car was a Ford Ka from 2011, that my parents bought two years ago second-hand for €9,000 for me and my two brothers, even though I couldn't use it yet because I didn't have a driver's license back then. When I was done, it was already 07:13 pm. I grabbed my travel bag and walked out the front door slowly, and locked the door. To make it look like I didn't take my keys, I let someone produce a copy of my key and used that one to lock my door. I looked one more time at the house I had been living in for the past 17 years.
"After all this preparation, I can finally leave," I mumbled.
I walked to the second part of the street where an old car stood. It was a Volkswagen Golf 3 TDI I bought for €1,750. I opened the door for the driver and sat down and I put my travel bag in the passenger seat. Because the car didn't have a radio, I had bought an MP3 player that I had filled with many songs.
I plugged my earbuds in the MP3 and started the old car. I checked my surroundings, slowly drove out of my street, with my old life in the rearview mirror and my new life in front of me.
After continuously driving for 4 hours, I finally arrived at Dallere Airport. It was a large airport, with 1.300 planes taking off and landing at the airport daily. I drove towards the long-term parking garage, took a ticket, and drove my car towards an empty spot. I parked my car and cleaned the seats and dashboard. After I was done cleaning, I locked the car and searched for a container. I found one relatively far from my car, threw the car keys and my parking ticket in it, and walked towards the exit to take a shuttle bus to my terminal.
I arrived at the terminal 10 minutes later. I was here several times before this, so I knew what to expect and where I needed to go, and I walked to the check-in desk without any problems. I was nervous, but that wasn't because I was scared of flying, but because of the customs since I used false papers. Even though I was sure that there would be no problems, it was my first time doing this, so it was natural that I was a little nervous.
When it was my turn, I took a deep breath.
'I hope this doesn't go wrong, or I'm in big trouble,' I thought.
"Good evening, can you please show me your Boarding Pass and identification?" the customs officer in front of me asked with a smile. He was an older man with a thick mustache, making it seem like a strict man, but his smile told me otherwise. I nodded and showed him the documents. When he checked my passport, I became nervous again.
"First time here, Miss ...," the officer looked at my passport and continued, "... Miss Suna?" he probably had noticed that I was nervous and thought that it was my first time flying.
I shook my head. "No. It is just that I have aerophobia. It is that I need to fly. If not, I would have never stepped into this place."
The officer nodded understandingly. "Ah, so it's like that. Well, have a safe flight, Miss Suna." He gave me back my papers, and I walked to the security check with my bag. I calmed down a little, as the most stressful part was behind me. The security check wasn't much of a problem since The only thing I had was hand baggage, and it only contained some clothes, tooth- and hairbrush, an MP3 player with earbuds, a flip-phone, and most importantly, my laptop with an external hard drive. After I got successfully through the security check, I walked towards the gate.
When I arrived at the gate, it was 11:35 pm, and they already started boarding. Before I walked in, I looked behind me for one last time and was stunned. I rubbed my eyes, and when I looked again, and the person was gone. I turned around and walked through the boarding tube to the plane.
I shook my head and mumbled, "I must have seen it wrong,"
The plane was a Boeing 777 and consisted of 3 different classes: First Class, the most expensive, and luxurious class on a plane. After First Class, there is Business Class. This is primarily the choice of people with little wealth or people who travel for work. I booked a seat in the Economy Class, the cheapest class on an airplane, where most people booked a seat if they traveled using a plane. After I found my seat on the plane, I sat down and made myself comfortable. After the flight attendants told us the safety instructions, the aircraft moved towards the runway, preparing for takeoff.