My Descriptive writing pieces

It's too cramped and I don't like it

♡Thank you to @starrynightinghaha for the prompt, it means a lot that you took the time to message me so this one is for you! ♡

'Go on holiday!' they said

'it'll be relaxing and fun!' they said

But nobody told me how daunting the procedure was before getting to your holiday destination. The claustrophobic, cramped and mercilessly judging airport.

There were people gathered, all huddled together like cows in a cattle grid, faces about 6 inches from the back of some randomers head. Yeah...no thanks. As soon as you walk through those tedious automatic doors, it feels like all eyes are on you. Countless people staring, whispering to one another, security looking at you with a stare that could burn holes into your skull - as if they were trying to make you feel guilty. Why, why would they do that? Then they get at us for looking shifty when it's them making us feel intimidated. It's not like we've already got our brains overflowing with things to remember like you can't take more than 100ml in hand luggage, have I got my tickets? Have I got my passport? Did I pack everything I need? Is my luggage the right weight? Is it over? Have I got the right date? Nothing about this is relaxing. 

How can parents bring their children here?! Are they asking for them to get lost or kidnapped? I'm here on my own and I'm wondering whether I can look after myself, nevermind trying to navigate my own family around this hellish maze. The small little shops that you have to walk through to get to your terminal are screaming at you to buy something which you clearly know is overpriced, but when has that ever stopped anyone. It may be me but why would you bother spending hundreds of pounds in the duty-free when you could just get a cheaper version when you get there? You're just wasting your money and taking up more space in your bag - that way you're only going to go and lose the things that are actually important like your passport and your wallet. That's another thing, going to the disgusting cramped toilets but just leaving your luggage outside. How the hell can people do that? I have my phone clasped in my hand as if it was in a vice because I'm that scared of it getting taken.

It's too cramped in here and I don't like it. I especially don't like it as I can feel the breath of another passenger on the back of my neck as we wait in line for boarding the plane. I'm constantly on edge and feeling judged, I'm only going on a weeks trip to Spain, not working for MI5. When you think all the judging has stopped once you've sat in your seat, as you're all going to the same country, you always get those people who read over your shoulder when you're looking on your phone or reading a book to pass the time. I felt a tap on my shoulder from the person next to me, asking if I could go back a page as they hadn't finished reading yet. I'm never travelling alone again. You can feel the heat radiating from everyone's bodies, the atmosphere filled with screaming children and that one person who wants to share their music with the rest of the plane. Thankfully I'm only on the plane for around 90 minutes so it should all be a distant memory (or nightmare) very soon.

I don't think I could've been more wrong if I tried...

If I thought the airport in Leeds was bad, I have clearly seen nothing yet. Here in Spain, it's like 10 times worse. Nevermind having the sea on the beach, you have your own sea of people in the airport alone, everyone huddling around the conveyor belts waiting for their suitcases to come out. That's when I saw someone walk-off...with my suitcase. It was clearly mine; it had a pink anime luggage tag which embarrassingly read "don't take me senpai!". No, I'm not proud of it, but it still doesn't make it theirs. Now I had to kick my social anxiety up the backside and pull up enough courage to tell them that they had the wrong case. I chase them through the crowd like I was chasing a robber in GTA, weaving in and out of wet floor signs and barricades of suitcases. I finally caught up and took a deep breath...

"um...excuse me?"

"What you want kid, following me around are you? You want me to call security?" he angrily said *sigh* oh kill me now

"um...I don't mean to be ru-"

"SPIT IT OUT KID IM GETTING IMPATIENT HERE!"

"you have my suitcase..." I instantly brought my hands to my face, shielding it from the scary man

"Oh yeah?! How do I know that you're not a thief trying to steal my case huh?!"

I awkwardly pointed to the anime luggage tag, pulled out my provisional license and matched the names up. He angrily pushed to me and muttered "freak" as he had to go all the way back to find his. Now I'm trying to find my way to the right coach. 

Once I finally made it out of what could have been Jigsaw's trap, I found my friends waiting for me at the coach. I rushed to them shielding my eyes from the burning, judgemental sun and let out a sigh of relief. 

"I am never doing that alone ever again. It was too cramped and I didn't like it. None of that was relaxing so this holiday better be worth it"

We threw our cases in the bottom of the coach, finally, my holiday can begin.