Winter

The Flight

As we arrive at the airport I feel my heart rate speeding up, it's an unusual feeling. It's like my heart is coming up through my throat and it's ready to burst out of my mouth. Dad checks the time on his watch and hands the driver the money. He speeds out the car and grabs our luggage from the boot. On the other hand I'm still buckled in tightly in the back seat, the seat belt nearly strangling me. I unbuckle my seat belt and open the car door with a yank. As soon as I get out the driver zooms away. As he goes further all I can see is a Bright yellow spot that travels very fast. I turn around to see dad entering the airport. I sprint up next to him. 'Are you excited?' Dad questions me.
'No, not really!' I say in response.
'What,why?'
'I've lost everything, and I can't see mum until 8 months. I'm moving house, country, school and all I have left is you.' I say to him. He takes a while to process it in his mind. Dad is too overprotective and this makes me dislike him. He treats me like a 5 year old when I'm 3x older than that. He dosn't even care about what happened in the plane crash. All he cares about is himself! And I have to spend a whole 8months with him! 'Well I'm sorry that mum and I haven't got along and that I'm not the best dad in the world, but I care and love for you Beatrice.' My eyes open wide in shock and horror, he never calls me by my name but despite that he doesn't care and love me! 'You do not care about me! You have no idea what I'm going though. You don't care about Emily and she died because of a plane! And I'm about to go on one and you don't even care! You think im going to start a new life all fine when we move to Chicago. But I won't! You don't understand!' As I finish the last sentence I take a deep breath and carry on walking. We check in and go through security, as soon as we finish my stomach starts to rumble. And I have the urge to eat something. I check my pockets for any loose coins but all I can get it 5 cents. Dad is dragging behind my but I go up to him. 'Can I have some money?' I say to him angrily.
'Why do you need money?' He moans.
'So I can get some food'
'No, the airport is very expensive and there will be food on the plane!'
He looks away and mumbles under is breath. 'You piece of garbage!' The airport managers call our flight from the echoing microphones. I snatch my suitcases off dad and start to walk to our gate. My heart beat speeding up rapidly. I'm fine, nothing will happen I'm fine. I say to myself. I reach the gate and scan my ticket. As I enter the plane a big gush of cold air soaks into my face. The plane smells new, a little bit too new and the smell makes me gag contiuesly. I find my seat next to the window. Good! I try to get my mind of things but I still struggle to breath. My body tenses up, Turning hot. My hands sweat and I feel enclosed. Trapped. Squeezed. The pilot speaks. Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen to flight 1H17A on the airline Emmerites. We will be travelling from California to Chicago, the flight with take approximately 2 hours and 48 minutes. Please enjoy the flight and stay seated until the seat belt sign goes off. The voice of the pilot makes me even worse. I can't control myself. Dad sits behind me next to a young women. No one is next to me yet, thankfully. I buckle my seat belt and relax against the chair. Cabin Crew, ready for take off. The pilot exclaims. I grip onto my arm rests as hard as I can, noticing that my hands are turning white. The engine rumbles and makes my body vibrate. It's an unusual feeling but I still struggle to breath. As the plane speeds up I get a sickening feeling in my stomach, I take my mind of everything and relax. Soon enough the plane has risen above the ground.