20 Hours - Jack Gilinsky

hour 1; preparation

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Dread was the single thing I was feeling when I woke up today. Exactly two months of freedom. Exactly two months of complete free rain over my dad's credit card while traveling around the world. And now, on August 10th, I have to take an 18 hour plane ride to Omaha, Nebraska- for college at University of Nebraska Omaha- from Sydney, Australia.

See I don't mind flying, trust me after two months of traveling by boat and train I could use a little time in the air, but 18 hours to go to a school that I'm only going to in order to please my effervescent parents is something I would rather not do. They're both UNO alumni so when I absolutely shut down their request for me to attend they were heart broken.

It took a lot of convincing, but when they promised me a summer long trip around Europe and Asia, all expenses paid, I finally gave in. It's not like I'm really that mad, both of my parents are way rich and make unnecessary amounts of money so I can't complain that it doesn't have a good education.

It's just after living in California for my whole life- especially in a big city like LA- you would think my parents would have given up their small city dreams and understand my need for the big city thrill, but they never have.

Anyway, I have an hour before my plane takes off, and the airport is completely littered with screaming teenage girls. I'm dragging two huge luggages with me that I need to have checked, and one carry on is strapped tightly around my chest and I can barely move through the dense crowd of squealing adolescents.

I mean the only explanation would be if One Direction or 5SOS or Justin Bieber were here- especially since a lot of the girls are holding signs- but I haven't heard about any concerts for them around here lately, so I'm utterly confused.

What these girls are wearing can barely be considered clothes, it's basically bras and underwear and I'm extremely out of place in my sweatpant shorts and black tank top. It's 7 am and these girls have full faces of makeup to the point where it's worse than a cake face and their hair looks like it was professionally done.

I push my way through the girls, all of them giving me the stink eye and mumbling about how I'm ugly and need to take a shower and blah blah blah.

I finally make my way to the check in, and there's more waiting to be done now. There is absolutely nothing I hate more than waiting, I'm probably the most impatient person ever, and that's why I look like a homeless rat 90% of my life. My black hair in thrown lazily into a bun on top of my head and there isn't a trace of makeup to cover my embarrassingly outstandish freckles.

After around 15 minutes of waiting in a pointlessly long line, I get to the front where there is a friendly looking old woman behind the counter.

"God would you look at the crowd!" She gushes while checking my two bags.

I nod courtly, trying my best to not be as socially awkward as I always am, considering I'll have to actually make friends if I don't want to be a complete loser at college. "Do you know what they're here for?" I ask sweetly as I pull my license out to prove that I am who I say I am.

"Some internet famous kid is riding home today, I feel for him, I really do, but these girls need to realize that some people have stuff to do. We are getting security to take them out right now." She scans over my license and my boarding pass and my passport, she nods to herself before putting a check on my boarding pass. She smiles and waves me goodbye as I walk away.