"This way, please," the flight attendant directs me to the left, away from everyone else. Confused,  I frown and take a closer look at my ticket. The box next to 'economy' is empty. I narrow my eyes, already knowing where this is going.

     The thing about my father is, he thinks that bribing me is going to work. Sorry father dear, but just because you have every other middle aged woman wrapped around your little finger with your expensive gifts does not mean you can do the same to your daughter. Quite frankly, I should be insulted that he thinks I can be swayed in his favour so easily. How gullible I must come across. On the other hand, perhaps I can use this strategically to my advantage. 

     For now, I settle myself with ginger disgust into the plush seat. I would happily give up this ticket to anyone, anyone in the world right now. I'd rather be anywhere but here, too. On this rust bucket excuse of a plane. Surrounded by luxury that was bought using dirty money. I can't stand it.

     I sigh, and dump my jacket into the spacious compartment provided. We haven't even left the ground and another flight attendant is offering me hot towels.  

     This is going to be a long flight.