School with gladers 2

The take off

We are leaving for Florida today. I'm going to be on the plan for 8 hours! I'm so scared. I think I'm going to tell newt but I won't unless I have to.

It's 4 am right now and our plane leaves at 5:30 so we have to hurry. I here a nock on the door and I run to open it. Teresa is standing there. Her mom came to pick all of us up. I say good bye to my parents who woke up to give me one last hug. They know how emotional this is for me. My parents gave me 100 dollars to spend so I shove that in my coat pocket and head out the door. Thomas, Minho and newt are already in the car. The three of them sit in the back. Minho is sleeping on Thomas, thomas looks like he just jumped off a cliff and newts hair is sticking up in all different directions and he has circles under his eyes. I'm wearing leggings with flip flops and a loose blue shirt and a pink hoodie. Me and Teresa sit in the middle seats of the van.
"Good morning sleepyhead." I say kissing newt on the head. "Why don't I get one." Thomas says groaning and Teresa kisses him as well. He leans his head back "that's better" me and Teresa giggle.

We drive to the airport and we have to wait 40 minutes until we can get on the plane. We are in group A so we have pretty good seats. This plane is like nothing I have ever been on before. Instead of three seats a walk way and another three seats it is three seats a walkway then five seats then a walk way then another three. We sit in the middle so we can all sit next to each other. The order goes Minho, Teresa, Thomas, newt then me. My grip tightens on newts hand as the plan takes off. As soon as we sit down Thomas falls asleep. When the plane calls for take off my grip tightens even more and a tear falls down my cheek and I hold back sobs.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Newt asks. A quite sob escapes me although only newt is paying attention. "I- I- I can't tell you." I say. "Y/n," he says grabbing my other hand. "You can tell me anything." He says. "I don't want to ruin your vacation." I tell him. "This is our vacation." He says. "Besides, it would ruin my vacation if I knew you weren't happy." He tells me.
"Okay." I hiccup and newt wipes away a tear from my cheek.
"My," I start. "Three years ago my older brother toke a trip to England with his best friend and there was something wrong with the engine." Newt draws small circles in my palm. I think he knows what's coming. "The plane crashed." I tell him. "And h-he didn't make it." I say.
"My brother is dead."