I stared out the window. The morning sun was gleaming at me.
My stomach was a jumble of butterflies, and my heart was pumping faster than a cheetah.
I was finally going to meet my best friend for the first time.
Stacy was my best friend since I was in 5th grade. We actually met online on a website called ROBLOX. We met on a server, and have been the bestest friends ever since.
I finally decided, after 4 years, I wanted to live in Florida where she lives.
The lady next to me on the plane, who was sleeping on her shoulder, started to snore.
I still smiled. Nothing will bother me. I can’t get past the fact that I am meeting my best friend for the first time. It’s like we’re long lost sisters.
I grab a small bag of pretzels and nibbled on them. I’ve been to Florida before, during my childhood vacations. It was humid, and it was so flat. Palm trees scattered over the city soared into the air, touching the fluffy clouds above. Here in New Jersey, there’s A LOT of trees. But no beautiful palm trees. Mostly just regular, and pine trees. It’s also very hilly, great for riding down my extremely steep driveway. I used to do that a lot when I was a kid.
But now I’m a teenager, experiencing the real world.
I day dreamed about falling into Stacy’s arms until it was an hour until the plane will land.
“Excuse me folks, but up ahead--this is co-pilot Joesph Fridkin--up ahead in the state of Georgia, there’s a minor storm… it’ll take an hour more to land, tops. Thank you for understanding and enjoy the rest of the flight.”
I texted Stacy that’ll be another hour.
me: it’ll be another hour until it lands :’(
Stacy: its ok, i brought my laptop with me :))))) (netflixxx yasss)
me: lol, wanna meet @ 2:25? the pilot said we’ll land at, tops, 2:20
Stacy: sureee, ill be there waiting for uuuuu ;’’)
me: great… see u then, sis :’)) <3
Stacy: aww, u too, bestieee :’’) <333
I looked out the window, and noticed gray clouds. All that means is more naptime for me!
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
POKE-POKE-STAB--
My eyes flashed open, in the sight of seeing the lady next to me, her long red fingernails poking at the flesh of my arm.
Poke.
“What do you want?” I muttered, my mouth still feeling tired after my naps.
