A girl named nothing

Another day, another fail. She looked at all around at all the people around her.
She was sitting at at the airport and watched her plain leave. There was no problem with her ticket and she had got through the securitycontrol without any trouble, and yet she was sitting in an uncomfy plastic chair in front of the huge window and watched her plain take off. They had called her name over the speakers twice, before they gave up on and announced that the plain would be laving any minute. She sat still, wandering about what they did with her suitcase.
Or that is what she should be thinking about. But she wasn’t thinking at all, where she sat with a book in her lap and her bag in the seat next to her. But she wasn’t reading either. Neither was she sleeping.
She just sits there, eyes wide open and stares into the blank air in front of her. But her eyes aren’t seeing anything.

Her journey ended earlier than she could have dreamed of. She is dead. Her heart stopped when she thought she saw her mother, who left her when she was eight years old, entering a plain.
It wasn’t her mother. Just a regular businesswoman on her way to yet another meeting.
But the girl at the airport knows nothing of this. Her skin is starting to turn to a bluish grey.
No-one notices her. No-one will know she is dead before one of the ladies cleaning the airport tries to wake her up. She will scream when she realises the girl is stone-dead. People will come running to help her.
Th girl will get an cheap, anonymous funeral, because the police can’t find any ID on her and nothing they do can help them find out who she was. Because she wasn’t at all.
Not anymore, not since her mother left her. That day she stopped exciting.
And now she is buried.