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Plane? Rather Not! C1

"Mam, how old are you?" asked the lady at the ticket booth with a irritated look on her face.

"Why do you need to know?" I quickly remarked. I can have aittutide if I want to.

"You need a adult assistant if you are under tweleve."

Does she actually think I'm under tweleve? Well, I'm not more mature than tweleve but, how old do I really look.

"I'm... Fifteen." I snaped.

"Okay, here's your ticket. Have a nice day!"

"Yea you too." I said competley sarcastic, I hate fakes.

So, I ran to my plane; I was in a rush to leave this messed up town! I have one friend, thats it. But, shes meeting me there, I can't wait.

****a couple hours later****

I'm here filally here, my life dream, it's finally true.