Lost in Paris

Chapter Four

The plane was pretty smooth. After convincing my parents to buy tickets to France, I packed my bags and we left at around 12 in the morning. The entire plane ride Mother was planing the trip minute by minute. My mom kept complaining about all of the unsafe places in France so we ended up having to avoid most of the fun stuff. Our plans it looked something like this:

TRIP TO FRANCE
(French time)
3:00P.M.- Get off plane
4:00 A.M.- Exit airport
4:05 A.M.- Scheduled bathroom break

Seriously Mother is insane. I on the other hand I decided to sit back, relax and listen to music. My dad had been asleep since we left Las Angeles, his snoring was so loud I'm sure people on the ground could hear it. Despite all the distractions, I closed my eyes and calmly listened to the music until. Thump! Thump! Thump! The back of my seat was being kicked. I turned around to find an annoying six year old having a tantrum.
"Mommy get me off this plane right now!" The boy pleaded. He began ferociously attacking the back of my seat. I decided punching a six year old might make my parents change their minds about this whole Paris thing so I just looked forward and pretended I was already in France.
I began feeling sleepy after the child passed out of pure exhaustion from kicking the back of my seat for an hour. I pulled my ear buds out and drifted off.

I awoke to the sound of the flight attendant "Flight 392 from Las Angeles to Paris France is almost ready to land" the scratchy sound of the overhead speaker make my ears hurt. I sat up, I had slept for almost 6 hours. I was quite happy about my nap, six hours asleep was much better then six hours of Dad snoring, Mom complaining and miniature Bruce Lee behind me. The plane ride was worth it, I thought, we were in France.