Sincerely, Jonah

Chapter 22

It is spring break, and I couldn't wait till the last bell rang. The night before, we already packed our suitcase and got everything ready. I'm so excited, I forgot my books for my classes and had to run back during class to get them. Ms.Kern wasn't too happy since the class had to wait on me. But I didn't care. I skipped to and from my locker with a grin on my face.

Fin, V, and I do a big group hug as they tell me to text them as soon as we get in the car and to not forget to facetime everyday. "I promise. I promise," I say, running back home after the last bell rang. "Picturesssss!" Fin shouts. "Send pictures!"

I throw a thumbs up while running across the street. I was ready to get out of school. These past few days we've been testing, I don't have a single brain cell that isn't burnt out.

Dad is there waiting for me when I get home. He's cleaning the house, putting the dishes away, vacuuming. I throw my bag on the floor and walk into the kitchen before he says, "Sir. Backpack. Room. Now," giving me that parent look he always does.
I give a half smile and take it upstairs.
Elisa is picking us up in an hour after she gets home from work to take us to the airport, but we know she's going to come early to make us try one last bite of something she baked.

Our flight takes off at 7pm, but Dad wants to arrive early to buy snacks and find out which plane we're taking and where it's at since we've never been to the Edinburgh airport.
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"You ready?" He shakes me awake when the pilot calls to start boarding the plane. We had already been to most of the small shops here, drank sweet coffee and buttery biscuits, before sitting. I look around. People are getting there things together and forming a line
"Yep.."

I've only been on a plane once and that was when we traveled with mom to London. I didn't mind because it wasn't that long of a ride, but Dad says this one will be 6 to 7 hours. I'm already tired of sitting and we haven't even taken our seats yet.
Our spots are in the middle, nex to a loud family. The mom is trying to get her 2 kids to sit back in their seats.

"You wanna sit by the window?" he asks, putting my luggage in the storage area above.
I take one glance out the window and quickly shake my head. We're already high enough.  "It's all yours."

A few minutes later after everyone is situated, a lady wearing a skirt and blouse goes over the safety hazards and to buckle out seats for the turbulence. Later on, we're off in the air.
I fall asleep again on Dads shoulder after eating way too many of those small brown cookies they gave us, along with orange juice.

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I feel the plane shake and wobble a little and open my eyes. It's loud and people are unbuckling their seatbelts, excited to get off.  Dad is putting away his book when he notices me awake and says. "We're here!"

The smile on my face doesn't leave, so much that my cheeks start to burn. This was the same airport we were at when we were going to London. I notice how everyone here is dressed differently: more casual, more loud, and definitely more fast food places. I missed it.
"Let's get Mcdonalds!" I beg him, strolling along my suitcase. It's dark out and there's not very many people here, except for a big family sitting, waiting for their flight.

He looks at me and laughs. "I promise we'll eat out every night for the next week. But for now..."
He pauses when someone shouts our names from across the airport. It's Grandpa. He's walking up to us with his long shorts and polo t-shirt on, despite the cold weather; something I miss seeing him doing.

Dad leans into me as he closes his phone and slides it in his back pocket.
"For now, eat what they cook us at home," he says. "They prepared it just for us."