Crystal Crown

"See you in New Zealand!" Page hugged me and smiled brightly. I forced a grin and nodded back.
I'll be co-piloting soon in New Zealand. At the moment I'm just switching to an officer checking for false IDS and such.

"Hi, Crystal," Someone remarks and I nod in their direction; probably my boss.
I quickly take my place in line in front of a little black desk, collecting tickets and such.

"ID please?" I ask the first woman and she hands it over nervously. I compare the faces and a flicker of hope goes across her face.
"Are you Lilac Monroe?" I ask uncertainly.

"Umm.. yes."
"How do you spell Monroe?" I hide the ID.
"Uhh.." Her forehead starts sweating.

"M-u-nn-r-o-o?"
"Did you even go to first grade?" That's what I want to snap, but instead I force a frown.
"I'm sorry but I don't have proof this ID belongs to you."

Her expression turns angry.
"You're a bitch! I hate you!" She screams and slaps me.
"Oh my god!" Some people screech.

I do the only thing my body reacts to: I slap back. Years of fighting made me do that.

Oh my god, I slapped a passenger!!
"You heartless whore!" She spat.

"Hey, you started it!" The person behind her whispers but the woman ignores him.

"I'm telling the head officer!" She stepped on my foot and I just glared angrily back. Bitch, I might as well 'tell on her' as well.

"Oh, actually, of course I'll let you through," I say angelligely, suddenly.

"Really?" Her expression brightens. I shake my head, shaking off my good-cop side.

"No! This ID is fake and you stole it!" I spat, my bad-cop side showing.
"Ugh!" She punched me in the stomach.

I stumble back, almost falling on a chair when she starts to kick me.

"Crazy bitch!" I screech.

"YOU'RE THE CRAZY BITCH!" She yells and pushes me back.

I fall down, hard, on the floor. She lets all the passengers through.
"Oh, god, no, wait!" I moan.

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