My Journal

June 17th

My flight was exhilarating. Not many bumps, but when we finally landed and I saw my dad at the edge of the airport parking lot, waiting for us with his blue minivan.

We took the long way home due to traffic. Then, I texted Felicia. She came to my house at 6:30 and  we drove to her house. I saw her family, hung out with her (bratty, yet hilarious) four year old brother, and gossiped with her mom and grandma, whom she refers to as gram.

Afterwards, we went to the movies. Finding dory was out, and we got there with her friend nick after a short trip to target. The movie was good, a lot going on at once, but still good.

We were hungry so we decided to make a quick stop at Wendy's. One problem was curfew was eleven, and it was 10:36. We had to get food, go to Felicia's, and then to my fathers house.

So we might've been speeding a little. It wasn't an issue until Felicia nearly missed the Wendy's exit and we drifted into the parking lot.

The man at the counter (prior to taking our order) poked fun at Felicia's fireball whiskey t-shirt, saying she looked far too young to be drinking that. Telling her she needs to get an orange juice shirt. I, of course, laughed hysterically. Felicia herself found this a little less than humorous, and a little more embarrassing.

She left to start the car so that we could leave quick. When they handed me the food, I sprinted between tables and the wait line and to her car. We made a hasty retreat. I noted the time; 10:42. Could we make it? The factors of traffic density and how hard she could push down on the gas pedal would determine whether or not either of us would be grounded for weeks.

We got to her house in a little under five minutes. We probably could've gone faster, had it not been for a gold mini van three cars ahead of us.

She ran inside and grabbed clothes, a blanket and pillow and necessary personal hygiene items in under three minutes. I snapchatted her running from her house with all of her belongings, including nearly tripping over her blanket.

We made it to my dads house by 10:49. It's only three blocks and takes a half hour or less to walk to and from his house to Felicia's.

She insisted we go on parlor, much to Marie and my disagreement. Parlor is like Omegle, but a phone call. You don't have to have images unless you upload a picture of yourself.

Felicia uses it all of the time to meet people. When I say people, I mean guys. I watched tv with my dad while Marie handled all of that mess.

After that, I went to bed, listening to Felicia's music. I'm not into the same music as her.