"Hi I'm Christine Miller", I said, trying my best not to use improper grammar. I also try to avoid words/phrases like kill and "what are thooooosse", because he did have some rather questionable shoes on. Lemme stop.
"Oh, wow, you're a lot, different than I imagined.", he said, smiling. "Excuse me?", I say, as calm as I can. "Forgive me, Ms. Miller.", "I'm Mr.Charles, by the way, and I'll be your pilot for today." he says, wiping his grin off of his face. "Where is your destination to again?", he asks, letting his British accent come out. " "Sydney, Australia", I say confidently. He opens the door for us, I get in first. But when Elijah tries to get in, Mr. Charles stops him. "Who's he, Ms. Miller?". "Oh! That's Michael, my boyfriend.", I said. "Boyfriend? But your mother said that you were ga-" "Did I say boyfriend, I meant to say personal assistant!", I say, interrupting him. "Ok, whatever you say, Christine", Mr. Charles says.
"Are you sure that you have everything you need, Ms. Miller?" "Hmmm", i say, while thinking. My stomach grumbles. "No, i didn't forget anything, but do you have any food? Like Gushers or Lunchables?", I ask. "We have every food you can think of! But, Ms. Miller, why such..odd food choices?", Mr. Charles asks. To be honest, Mr. Charles is getting on my last nerves. But I'm not going to say that because he's my only chance of getting to Australia. I quickly think of a lie as to why a "rich" girl like me would want food that's apparently "strange". 🤔
"Oh! I'm on a strict Gushers and Lunchables diet. The diet ends once I arrive in Australia, so chop chop!
Mr. Charles gives me my food and I start eating, as polite as I can . I even chew with my mouth closed. And even better, I share. "Want some Eli- er.. Michael?" he some gushers- the best flavor too- and makes his own little Lunchable pizza. "Why you take the best flavors though." I say, dead serious. He chuckles, stares at me for 5 long seconds, and then takes the whole pack. I playfully hit him and get my food back. Don't nobody play with my food.
When we finish eating, the private jets still hasn't started. "Mr. Charles! Why hasn't the plane started yet?", I kindly ask. "Er..there have been minor technical difficulties, but nothing to worry about.", he says, as calm as he could. "How long is it going to be?", I ask. "About 20 minutes", Mr. Charles quickly says, and runs back to the front of the jet.
While I wait, I decide to text my best friend Jasmine and tell her where I'm going.
Me:hey
Jasmine:hey best fraan Wyd
Me:oh nothing, just riding in a private jet to Australia with Elijah😏
Jasmine: 😱but the other day y'all was broke af, couldn't even buy me a pack of Oreos. so how you get in a private jet
Me: long story, but I'll tell you when I get home from my vacay.🛩✈️
Jasmine:k Byeeeeeee
Me: bye bestfran😘
When I finish texting Jasmine, the jet still hasn't started yet. I get a sudden urge to go to the bathroom.
"Mr. Charles", I say, "where is the bathroom in here?"
"It's right in the back of the jet, and then to the left.", Mr. Charles responds.
I get up and find my way to the bathroom. And it is a-maze-ing. First of all, it's bigger than the master room at my penthouse! Then, the toilet is made of pure gold. I look closely and see the incarnation on the gold saying 14 karat gold.
I keep fascinating over the bathroom for 10 minutes. "You ok in there?", Elijah asks.
I forgot all about why I was here, I mean in the private jet, not the bathroom. (Teehee)
I quickly do my business. After I wash my hands, I look in the mirror and straighten myself up, then I finally get out of the bathroom.
"What took you so long", Elijah asks. "Oh, just the usual", I say. "Fascinating over golden toilets and all that fancy stuff." We both laugh at my joke. Then, I accidentally drop my phone out of my pocket, and it somehow winded up outside of the jet. As if the heavens above were trying to tell me a message.
I hurry outside and go to pick it up. That's when i see a white limousine pull up out of literally nowhere. When I saw who came out, my heart skipped a beat.
She was tall, pale, and slim. But she had jewelry everywhere. Her full, black hair was blowing in the wind and she had a Louis Vuitton purse on. I think it was Christine Miller. The real Christine Miller. I quickly get my phone off the floor and run back in the jet.
"Mr. Charles!, hurry up!", I say. "Ok madam! We'll be all set in just..about..now!", he yells from across the room.
I have a moment of relief for a second, and only a second. I quickly come back to my senses and realize that we still haven't started the jet!
"Mr. Charles!", I say, "Start it!". He quickly sits in the pilot chair and we
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Stranded
AdventureDiamond decides to go to Australia with her boyfriend instead of going to see her lonely, disabled grandmother. But what happens when the airplane she sneaks on falls onto a deserted island with no wifi, no family, and no food?
