The rant book

Chapter 22- Coming back

Chapter 23- Coming back

Okay, okay, so I'm on the plane right now. I'm actually really excited to come home.

Sweet home Alabama.

Well, actually we're landing in Florida, then we're going to Disney world, then going home. 

Thank God it's Friday.

But I'm so excited to see my baby.

Mini.

She's my beautiful white, Maltese, dog baby.

Okay, so I'm on the plane, like I told you, and Sofia apparently needs the room.

So now I'm sitting with these nice people who let me sit with them.

You know how a plane has three seats?

Of course you do.

My step-dad is sitting in the window seat, my mom sitting in the middle (with Sofia), and the Third seat vacant.

I do have to say, sitting away from my parents is very nice.

I don't have to get anything for them anymore.

I don't have to move so they can go to the bathroom.

These people I, sitting with actually haven't asked to do anything.

They're pretty nice people, I think.

Maybe they're spies or-or with Isis.

Oh well.

I don't have to get the 'baby bag' for them.

The baby bag is something that has all of Sofia's stuff in it.

But I don't really like being on a plane.

Every five minutes or so, I have to hold my nose and blow.

(Basically pop my ears)

I get a headache every time but my head hurts worse if I don't.

Every 20 minutes, my mom looks over at me and asks me if I'm okay.

"You're the one who made me sit here. Don't ask me if I'm okay."

But it's not like I can say anything.

So you know when the guy has to check you're thingies to see if you have a plane ticket and stuff like that?

Of course you do.

So he asked me to go up there and he said, "ID, please."

I didn't have any sort of identification with me so I did what any confused child would do.

"Mama!"

He looked confused and stuff and he looked at my mom and the me and repeated the process a lot of times.

"You're her mom?" He asked my mother.

"Yes."

"You're her daughter?" He asked me.

"Yes."

He kept asking us that.

"How old are you, 15?" He asked.

"No, I'm 12" I replied Shocked.

"You're huge." He muttered.

The majority of my grade is either the same height as me, taller than me, or one or two inches shorter.

But there's that one person who two feet shorter than you. *Coughs* Ronnie *Coughs*

(Only people from my school will get this)

But people here are weirdly short.

I'm not saying anything but a lot of people, my age are really short.

Weird.

Well, I gotta go. My head hurts.

Yours Truly, BlackAbegnation😘😘