[ bare in mind I never proof read sorry not sorry ]
"15 minutes till boarding," the enter com of the airport shouted over my head. I looked at my mom, she was standing to the right of me. She smiled, but I could tell she was trying her best not to cry. She could' go. It's her mother, and she can't even see her before she passes away. How terrible is that? You would think her boss would let her off, but no. He said he can't offered to have anyone take vacation. Considering we don't know how long we would be there in the first place. Without my moms job, we would be living in a box, on the side of he road in New York City. My grandma is rich but my mom refuses all the money she gives us. She wants to work for it, if she gets it. Her job is well paid, but only enough to get us going.
I smile at my mom then lean in and hug her tight, she started to cry. At least I think she started to, I felt tears sink through my shirt.
"Are you sure you don't want to go?" I ask her letting her go back to standing in front of me.
"I'm sure, just tell your grandmother that I love her." My mother whispered her voice cracking slightly. Of cource I will tell her, I can't imagine my mom starting to die and I couldn't even go say goodbye? Wow. I feel terrible.
"I will. Trust me." I hugged her one more time, this time tighter. She let go of me and I picked up my pack. It was a small white backpack that I'm caring onto the plane.
"Be safe!" She uttered her blue eyes blazing. I love her eyes, I'm so happy I got hers. There duller though, maybe because I'm not as happy as my mom. Yet, how can SHE be happy? Her mom is dieing!
I nodded, "You too." I turned from her and walked to the security. Too make sure I didn't have any weapons on me. My only weapon I have is my cell phone. I know, it's pretty intense. It's an iphone. Let's hope no one mugs me in London. I smile to myself. The things I think of on my own...
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After the security realized I had no weapons I contained on, I noticed my mom watching me anxiously through the glass window. I smiled and waved to her, she waved back fast. The floor was a white tile, the walls were white too. It was pretty dull here. I sat waiting to board the plane. When it became time I stood up and smiled one last time to my mother than headed down with the others who was on the same flight as me. This was my first plane ride, and I was nervous. That's why my grandmother wanted me in First Class, to make sure I was OK. My hands were shaky and anxious. I held onto the straps of my pack and walked forward. A ramp going slowly upward. I nervously boarded, trying to find my seat. Boy was everything organized... I found my row of seats, 3 seats. On the other side 3 seats. I sat next to the window, I didn't want people to ride with me. I guess I could talk to them. I was going to be on here for awhile.
This plane was more of the "low class" quality. There was around 5 minutes till they closed the doors when I thought, 'No ones going to sit next to me!' I smiled sitting up a little to see everyone on the plane. Almost every seat was full, there was a few gaps like mine. I started to get worried, in the end I just sat there waiting for some lucky person to sit next to me. Most likely it's going to be some fat guy, or a woman who won't stop talking. What am I saying, I won't stop talking. I laughed mentally in my head, I feel like I'm going insane.
Then it happened. Two guys are walking down trying to find there seats. They pass me and I let out a sigh of relief. Only to my luck they came back. The boy with a black sweater with a hood over his head looked at me. I smiled and then try to look away, but he catches my eye.
"Are these two seats taken?" He asks pointing to the two empty seats next to me.
"Oh no, there not. Feel free to sit there." I give a charming smile. What am I doing. I mental killed myself 4 times.
"Thanks," he gestured to the other boy to sit in the middle. While he sat down he looked at me for a second then looked away. He seemed nervous, almost scared. I let the silence over take us. I hear the man on the outside talk quietly to the boy sitting next to me. Yes I call him boy, he looks about 10 years younger than the guy on the outside.
The enter com comes on and I jump a little bit. The ""boy"" next to me giggles about that. I smile my face turning red. I look away so they won't see me. Like they could, I mean really. The boy next to me is wearing thick shades, you couldn't see his eyes even if you got nose to nose with him. He had a white hoodie with the hood up, and a hat underneath. Was he cold? I don't understand it's summer... I thought it was weird, at least the guy on the outside only had a hoodie with the hood up. No sunglasses. He seemed nice, but stern. I didn't bother to talk to him.
I completely forgot about the enter com, my thoughts interrupted me. I frowned to myself, I guess I looked sad because the boy in the white hoodie looked over at me. I had to speak, "What did that say?" Sometimes I ask the most stupidest questions.
He smiled, it was indeed a very charming smile. "Buckle up love, the planes taking off in a bit." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, like he was trying to be quiet.
"Thanks" I buckled up reluctantly. I couldn't get over how he called me love, I took a minute to realize that he is British. LIKE I COULDN'T TELL BY HIS ACCENT. My god, goes in one ear. Out the other.
There was a arm rest between us. It was big enough for two people's hands. I refused to use it, I didn't really want to be awkward and put both our hands here. He wasn't using it either, maybe he is thinking the same as me. I felt the volume of the plane shift, I don't know how to explain anything. I barley remember it. I was so nervous. I started to tap my finger on the arm rest. I looked to the ground slightly to the right near the window. I was hoping they wouldn't see me, I closed my eyes.
Apparently I stuck out like the moon in the night sky, because the boy next to me tapped my arm. I opened my eyes fast and then looked up a him.
"Are you okay?" he asked trying to be quiet still. I frowned and clenched my fist that was on the arm rest.
"I'm fine.. It's my first flight and I'm nervous.." I decided to tell the truth, maybe he had some tips on how not to be nervous...or maybe he can just smile and laugh at me. He started to smile, maybe he is going to laugh.
"Don't be love." he exclaimed. I can't tell really if he's looking at me because of those sun glasses. He was turning his head near me, I guess he was looking at me. I wanted to ask him why he is wearing sun glasses, but I decided to save that for later because I felt the plane beginning to rise. I closed my eyes tight, at this point I didn't care if they saw me. I already told them I'm nervous.
Then the most awkward thing happens.
CLIFF HANGER !
What do you think the awkward thing is?
Comment if you think you know it! ;)
Big plans for this plane ride!
