Summer Dreams

Chapter Two

Remi caused problems at the airport too. I tried to make an argument so she didn't have to go into the luggage hold. I stood in the area where we board with the border collie standing behind me.

"She cannot go down there! I don't have a kennel and I don't want her wandering down there alone in the dark!" My voice rose with anger, the flight assistant's face getting red with every second of this. "Ma'am, pets are not allowed on the plane, people could be allergic." I huffed and turned towards all of the people in the aisle.

"Does anybody on this plane have an allergy to canines?!" I cupped my hands so my voice was amplified throughout the plane. Everyone murmured and shook their heads, a few people actually yelled out no. My hands moved and settled on my hips and my body turned towards the assistant. "Now can my dog be on the plane with me? I even have an extra ticket." I held up the second ticket that grandpa had bought for me. He sighed and put his hand up and gestured towards the airplane aisle.

"Welcome to US Airlines, we hope you enjoy your flight." His voice was hushed with defeat. I turned and patted Remi's head before trotting towards our seats. I sat next to the window and Remi sat in the middle next to a large man who fell asleep before we ever took off. Remi was curled up with the seat-belt looped through her collar, soft snores escaping from her mouth. I smiled and leaned my head against the window, the ground below us moving slowly as the plane took off down the runway. Lights flashed outside and the iron bird shuddered as it lifted up, it's wings taking hold of the air and pulling itself up into the sky. The runway lights that flickered brightly began to dim as we climbed higher and higher into the sky.

I reached my hand over and felt Remi's fur in my fingers, a smile crept across my face. My hand moved around her head, petting her ears softly. I put my head back on the seat and reclined slightly, this plane had all of the cool features. I felt something scrape my leg and looked over to see what it was. Remi' s paw was on my legs and she glanced at my lap then up at me. I smirked at her, unlocked her seat belt, patted my stomach, and then she stood up to crawl onto my lap to lay down. After much adjusting, I got comfortable and was able to lay my head back again. My eyes fluttered shut and then would snap back open as I fought sleep, but it won in the end, and my nightmare soon took my vision away.

My eyes shut and the back of my eyelids were dark, but once I was asleep colors began emerging. The memory of getting Remi replayed in front of me, and it faded to an American Flag stained with blood and a huge burnt part on it. It flew in a non-existent wind and flapped tight till it quit moving, and my father walked out from behind it. His chest was blown apart with shards of metal sticking out in places where his ribs were shattered. The bottom left side of his face was also completely broken, ragged pieces of flesh hanging from his teeth that were showing through. His glitched camouflage was stained forever by his blood from the explosion, yet his eyes were holding back tears. They watered and shook, fighting back another massive explosion from occurring. His limp bloody arms raised up as if he were asking for a hug. His lips tried to say something, but blood spurted out of it, falling onto the ground and the flag behind him went up in flames.

My brown eyes flew open and my breathing quickened for a while. My hands were gripped tightly to the seat's arms and my knuckles were turning white from the terror pulsing through me. When I jumped, Remi woke up and freaked out along with me. Her white teeth bared at something she didn't even know. After assuring herself that she and I were safe, she turned and nuzzled my elbow asking to be petted. I smiled, because a dog that does that just fills your heart with happiness. My hand lifted heavily and fell softly onto her head, massaging it for the rest of the flight.

After a few more hours on the airplane, my butt started to hurt and it made me upset. I asked for multiple pillows to the point to where it seemed like I was being consumed. The sun was starting to show and I could finally see Alabama below me. To be brutally honest, it looked like a wasteland. Dirt and grass was everywhere, there were barely any tall buildings and major asphalt streets in Addison, Alabama.