It is now nine-thirty a.m., and I am finally checking my luggage through the security system. Several people are whispering back and forth that the Harlem Presidential's company is arriving with one of their candidates. The officers chose to random searches today of all days, saying they need to make extra sure the airport is not carrying any threats for the Harlem's company. As long the company is not Ethan, I don't give a f**k.
Unfortunately, the security targets me as one of the people to check for weapons. They check my luggage, purse, and everything. The only piece I do not take off is my necklace. I attempt to reason with them, but they refuse to listen. "This is all I have left. Please, let me keep this on."
"It will only take a second, Miss Adrian." The plump officer held out his
