August Secret Agent Contest #5

TITLE: Fall for Grace
GENRE: Contemporary YA

I head down the walkway to the United Airlines plane, trading my new glasses for the ugly white, dirt cheap sunglasses (seriously -- my mom got them from The Dollar Store) stashed in my pocket. Wasn't planning on wearing shades on the plane, but it would suck big time if I blew my cover now.
I settle into the window seat in row 27 -- last time I sat back with the nobodies I actually was a nobody -- and flick my hair over my shoulder out of habit. Only my hand connects with air, not hair. My signature uber-long chocolate locks -- no, I don't think of my hair that way. That's how the media describes it -- got chopped off three days ago. I'm still having a hard time remembering it's only shoulder-length.
My flight neighbors soon arrive -- a couple my parents' age. They throw me vague smiles and the wife plunks her ample derriere down beside me. Don't seem the nosy sort but I feel anxious. Point at my sunglasses and say, "Just had eye surgery."

"Ohhh!" says the wife. "The light hurts your eyes, honey?"

"Um, no. But the doctor said it was best to keep these on for another week or so."

Both nod as if to say, Of course. They probably always do what the doctor says. Too bad they most likely live in some Podunk town with no plastic surgeon in sight or else the wife's rear end would surely have been liposuctioned by now.