Japan

Mackenzie had been practicing her Japanese as much as possible in recent weeks, and while she was nowhere near fluent in the language she at least had a basic understanding of some things. Plus, she had both visual and voice-to-speech translator apps on her phone, which she planned to get plenty of use out of. The eager girl finally was able to step up to the security desk, present her passport, and get her ticket approved.

Mackenzie stepped in line for the next stage of security. As she waited, she set her bag on the table leading up to the conveyor belt and grabbed a large plastic bin from a nearby stack. The redhead pulled off her sneakers and undid her belt, placing them both in the bin. Her jeans slid a fraction of an inch down her hips, having gotten a bit looser than Mackenzie remembered.

Mackenzie slowly moved along, waiting for her turn to go through the scanning equipment. In her mind she was already thinking about how she'd spend her long upcoming flight. She'd brought a tablet with several new movies on it, plus a few books, and of course some music. And before she knew it, Mackenzie's turn had arrived. The TSA agent was waving her forward.