When the times are in parentheses they are the time my body clock is tuned to, aka Germany time. I wrote this over the period of like two days, so each paragraph is a different time from when I decided to write about what's happening, so they may be in different time stuff
So let's get something straight. June 9 is my 14th birthday, and also the day my mom decides to book hers, mine, and my sister's plane tickets from Stuttgart, Germany to Norfolk, Virginia, USA with a 'quick' stop in Atlanta to catch a connecting flight. And as it turns out, this wonderful birthday quickly turns to hell:
June 8th
We finish packing and head to Mr. Iggy's house. You see, Mr. Iggy is a man I hate because he thinks that America is "the best God-damned country in the world." I hate him so much I can't even EXPLAIN to you how much I hate him. And my birthday starts off at his house.
June 9th (aka my birthday)
So at, like, one in the morning my sis kicks me out of the room we're staying in because I was coughing. Good start.
At eight we wake up and pack up our pjs. Then we have to CLEAN HIS HOUSE! Like, who does that?
We leave and get to airport with good time. My mom and I get to board first because we're (well I'm) cool. I watch a couple movies, sleep on the wall, watch the clouds, and get a hell of a back ache, but we made to Atlanta at about 2:30 Atlanta time (8:30 pm). We (as in my family and Mr. Iggy) eat at TGI Fridays (my choice since it's my birthday) and he goes to his flight to Houston, Texas (thank the gods) My sis, mom, and I get to our gate about and hour and a half before our plane boards. Then, of course, the trouble starts.
A thunderstorm starts and the goes ahead and delays our plane from about 4 to 6 (10 pm to 12 am). Then two other planes join our gate, one leaves to the gate across the hall and another one joins before we hear the announcement.
"Flight blah blah to Norfolk Virginia has been CANCELLED."
Dun dun DUUUUUUUUN!!! Children are screaming, people are crying, the building catches fire, a plane explodes.
Okay it wasn't that dramatic
We then had to wait in a line at "customer service" when another flight gets cancelled so MORE people flood the already crowded line to get on an airplane. We got our new tickets at about 7 (1 am) and it says the next flight out of Atlanta and into Norfolk is at 5 am (11 am).
We instead got a flight into Newport News. It departs from Atlanta at 11:30 pm (too tired to do the calculations just do something with 6 hours). My body says its 3:30 am now but the lights in the airport are in so I can't sleep. It's freezing so my sis an I are sharing a (small) blanket. (You can't see it but I am making so many mistakes because of sleep deprivation) It's secured so we do have a flight out of here, but it gets there at like 1 am so dad's gonna be pissed when he picks us up. Yay.
*lonely sings "Happy Birthday to self*
So we board the plane when we're supposed to reach Virginia. It's 1 am and everyone is pissed. My mom gets super nice seating while my sis and I sit next to two strangers. My sis is sitting next to a talkative man while mine just passed out. The plane came from Mexico so they had to do the final checks or whatever.
But we made it. We get home at about 4 am (10 am). We sleep until 12 and I open my presents. We go to the beach (we live like RIGHT on Virginia Beach, like a 15 second walk to the sand) where my sister and I almost drown.
In the end, all was well.
