Started With a Lie

Chapter Three: The Plan

Madison

"Alright, we're all set! Grab your bags and let's board the plane!" Mr. Harvey exclaimed, seeming a bit too excited for this trip.

We were currently in the airport, all the seniors cheering for the trip. Which obviously earned a few glares and weird stares from other people.

I dragged my suitcase, Kirsten hopping next to me, chattering about how exciting this week will be.

I've been looking forward to this trip the whole year, and thanks to Karen, it's ruined.

I have no clue how I'm going to pull this off, especially since this Justin Bieber guy is really famous.

My hands were shaking as I handed the stewardess my ticket. She shot me a sweet smile, nodding for me to go through.

I took my seat, Kirsten plopping down next to me. She waved a hand in front of my face to catch my attention.

"Yeah?" I asked, pretending as if I wasn't consumed by my thoughts.

"Something wrong?" She piqued, pulling her perfect eyebrows together.

"What isn't wrong?" I mumbled, rolling my eyes slightly.

She let out a light sigh, before leaning in close to me.

"I know that you've been dreaming about this trip the entire year, and Karen practically ruined it for you," She spoke beneath her breath, not wanting anyone around us to hear.

"Tell me something I don't know..." I rolled my eyes, feeling frustrated again.

"Let me finish! .. And I know you feel like you're in a dilemma..."

"And?" I urged.

"And I have a plan." She stated simply, clearly proud about it since she was smirking.

"Please tell me you're kidding..." I begged, honestly not wanting to be involved in her shinanigans.

If you haven't noticed, her 'plans' are the reason I'm in this mess.

"Of course not. And trust me, it will help. A lot." She winked, putting on her headphones.

Great.

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We finally landed, adrenaline pumping through me. Not only because that was my first flight ever, but because I don't know what this week has in plan for me...

Kirsten dragged me by my arm, whisper-shouting, "I need to pee!"

Obviously you have to pee, you have the bladder of a squirrel.

We jogged into the airport, looking for the restrooms. Once we had found one, we busted through the doors. I waited for Kirsten to get into a stall, but she stood there smirking at me.

"Are you gonna use it, or what?" I asked impatiently.

She giggled before grabbing my arm yet again, and dragging me into the stall with her. She locked the door behind us, facing me with a wide smile.