We're on the plane. I'm not nervous at all; I've been on so many airplanes because we've lived in so many places. The girl with her little cart comes by asking everyone if they want drinks or tiny pretzels. I get some pretzels and a water. My mom, like always, gets alcohol of some kind. Maybe I would be different if she wasn't constantly drinking, but I can't change her.
I'm on my phone, listening to music, almost asleep.
I am woken by the captain saying "Alright everyone, we've landed. Please stay in your seats until the seatbelt lights turn off. Thank you for traveling with us."
I take out my headphones, shove my phone into my bag and stand up. It takes about 30 minutes to get off the plane because of everyone trying to get out at once.
I step out into the nice fresh air and am sad when I realize it's raining. I was hoping for sun, but whatever.
My mom grabs my hand, and I look into her eyes. She's clearly drunk. But I'm used to it.
We get a rental car and drive to our hotel. We're staying for a whole week and I can't wait. There's this super cute boy who lives here in Minnesota and his name is Justin Drew Blake. I'm not going to lie, I'm obsessed with him and his confidence.
Our hotel is a crappy one because that's all we can afford, but whatever.We check into the hotel and go up to our room. It's not too bad, better than the other ones we've stayed at. I immediately begin to unpack my stuff into the dresser. My mom comes over to me, she looks a little better. She tells me that's she's going to take a nap and I can do whatever and later tonight we'll go to dinner together. I get super happy. We haven't gone to dinner together since I was ten. I lie in bed, happier than I've been in a while.
