That day I was molasses. Though, I knew that eventually I had to get out of bed. I had a flight to catch to Costa Rica at 5:00 am with my best friend Anissa. Why so early? Well, we're viners and Anissa doesn't like to get trampled by fans. I don't mind it as much, but I don't blame her. I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and try me best to pry my eyes open. I then throw on some joggers, a sweatshirt and pull my dirty blonde hair into a messy bun. Yep. I still look like I just came out of a horror movie. I splash my face with cold water and then put mascara on the eyelashes that surround my always changing blue eyes. I grab my suit case and call Anissa.
Ava: Heyyy Anissa are you ready for the trip???
Anissa: Yassss! I am about to pull up to your house!
Ava: Ok! *both hang up*
*door bell rings*
Ava: Hey! So I already called the uber, it should be here in a couple seconds.
Anissa: okay!!!
Anissa is wearing sweatpants and a short crew neck sweater that almost matches her dark brown hair and eyes.
*car honks
Ava: K lets go!
• 30 minutes later we arrive to the airport•
