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McKayla
Forty minutes later, I made it to the airport, and my phone was blowing up. I saw missed calls from Curtis, Rena, and my parents. Not looking back, I passed the cab driver fifty dollars, thanked him, and shut the door. Going through the double doors, I dropped my cell in the trash can and continued toward the line for Paris Airlines. Savio wouldn’t be able to manipulate his way out of this lie. If he thought I would be quiet, he would learn. Once I purchased a ticket, I went behind a family and put my backpack through the scanner. The security agent motioned for me to walk forward to the metal detector. I grabbed my backpack and held my passport and ID in my hand with my ticket and headed to my flight. A family of four came over and sat near me. I smiled at the little guy who
