"No no no! I don't want to go! You know I hate air planes!!!" I said, freaking out before we leave. We are going to the Mediterraneans from Minnesota. "It's fine, Merida. You are 11 years old. You should be acting happy because this is your first time on an air plane!" As my sister said, bringing the bags to the car. "Why are we even going there anyways? Why can't we uhhhh drive??????" I said. "Merida. We are going to visit Dad. Mom is staying home. We can't drive there silly! Their is water. We can't drive over water." Sophie said. "How about If we get in a crash??? What would happen?????? Would we die?? Would we surv-" I tripped. "Survived" As I was getting up. "Their is a millionth of a chance of being in a crash. Dont worry. It's time to go. Get in the car." She was getting in the car. I do to.
