It Started With A Llama || Twaimz

Chapter 2

• Twaimz' POV •
Today I was packing to go to Playlist Live in New Jersey.

At the moment, I've already packed my clothes and my toiletries (toothbrush, toothpaste, etc.) Now, I am packing my important items like money, llama and alpaca fur scarves and hats, llama sweatshirt and shirts.

Last thing: I had to take Turbo and his food and such to the pet resort. I always take Turbo there when I have to travel, and he always seems to enjoy it.

-at the airport in New Jersey-
I've just landed in New Jersey, and am currently waiting at the luggage carousel. I see my luggage and grab it, then walk to Starbucks. I get a mocha frappucino and exit the airport, trying to find my taxi. I look to my left to see a man holding a sign that says:

TWAIMZ/ISSA

I walk over and put my big luggage in the trunk, and my carry-on backpack in the back seat with me. The taxi driver takes me to my hotel, and we finally arrive after about 15-25 minutes. I pay him and go to the front desk.

A girl who seems to be my age looks up from the computer, and is blushing, batting her eyes, smirking with her liquid looking lipstick smothered over her mouth. Ew you so nasty!

"Hi I'm Sarah, how may I help you?" She asked nicely, kind of having pep in her voice. I sang ew from Jimmy Fallon in my head.

"Well I have a reservation under Issa." I told her. She gave me my key and told me my room was on the 4th floor in the right wing.

I took the elevator up and found my room. It was really nice.

I unpacked my belongings and watched Dance Moms, because why not.

"ABBY SHUT UP YOU FAT WOMAN! HOW ABOUT YOU TRY TO DO THAT NO HAND FLIP WITH STRAIGHT LEGS!" I yelled at the tv. Seriously, this woman is like what, at least triple the size of each of the girls, yet she never tries to do a flip. Uh-uh, no honey.

-after Playlist Live, New Jersey-
I began to feel sick, so I decided it would be best to go home instead of staying at my hotel and getting friends sick.

I packed my things, rescheduled my flight over the phone, and left for the airport.

When I arrived, I went to the check-in and did all of the extra crap and security you have to do at airports.

I got on the plane after an hour of waiting, and I knew I looked awful. I talked to a flight attendant asking if I could sit in the back, so that way I could have easy access to the bathroom and so I wouldn't get anyone else sick. She said it was okay.

I saw all of the flight attendants gossiping, I don't know what about though. They then come over to me and ask if I'm okay, but I say I'm fine and just want to get home. Apparently, we were supposed to leave 15 minutes ago, I wonder why we haven't yet?

"Sir, have you been to Africa lately?" I snap my head to a flight attendant who really had the nerve to ask me that.

"Um, no, why?" I replied.

"Is there any chance that you have Ebola?" She asked.

"Look, I don't have Ebola. I have a cold and a fever, so if we could please leave, I'd be happy to get home to get better." I replied.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to get off the plane. It is a threat to yourself and other riders, and you cannot fly until you are better." She told me. What the heck woman.

"Where will I stay?" I asked.

"Here's a free hotel card!" She said, handing me a cheap free stay at a hotel coupon. I got off the plane and back to the hotel.

Ugh.
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Hey guys!
This chapter was based off of Issa's "Getting Kicked Off My Flight For Having Ebola" video! Yay!
Lol go watch it, it's hilarious😂
Anyways, sorry if its boring!
xoxo💕