Lost Luggage and a Native American Beauty in the Alaskan Wilderness This is the first story I've ever made. So give me any comments you fell you should post. I didn't know what to write about so I just wrote something that popped in my head so here it goes. I was standing in front of baggage clam to get my luggage. I was tired and my ass Hirt from sitting so damn long on the airplane. 13 hour flight isn't fun at all. And to make everything worse it was about 5 snow flakes away from being a full blown blizzard. I thought Fairbanks Alaska would be a nice cool place in the fall. Boy was I wrong. All the sudden the conveyer belt stops as well as my heart. No bag. "Son of a bitch!" I said under my breath. I looked around hopefully that I was at the wrong number. I went back to the board and double checked. "Nashville, number 5". I look at the big number 5 above the very spot I was just standing at. "Son of a bitch!" I repeated only at a normal tone of voice. I finally strode over to the lost luggage like I had something shoved up my ass. Walking up to the desk I didn't see any life, at all. But it was 1:30 in the morning so I could understand that with a small population. I walked up to the desk to find it abandoned. The only thing at the desk was a pad and pencil and a bell that you ding when your food is ready. "Ring for assistance" I read out loud. Giving the bell one sharp ding I waited for a few moments. "I'll be right with you" I heard from the back. …the next moment changed everything
