Livin' La Vida Italia

Chapter 3- Intra Plane

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◊◊Jasmine Bax ◊◊

One "Burlesque" and a 2 hour nap later, I wake from a heavy slumber. Many people are waking up with me, as we all had nothing to do but sleep. They have the lights on, and the flight attendants are bustling around with carts for dinner. The smell of food is wafting around the airplane, which is most likely the reason I woke up. I press the button of a chair sitting up, then I quickly search through the pouch for a menu. 

Dinner Menu of Delta Airlines: 

Pasta with marinara sauce and meatballs- noodles with tomato sauce and meatballs. comes with: dinner roll, salad, fruit,  and brownie

Fettuccine Alfredo- noodles with melted Parmesan cheese and butter. comes with: dinner roll, salad, fruit and chocolate

Grilled Salmon- comes with: dinner roll, salad, fruit, and tiramisu

 Mini Margarita Pizza-  single serving size of pizza, with white sauce, tomatoes, and basil. comes with dinner roll, salad,  and slice of chocolate cake

I gawk at the menu, I'm not used to fancy food on an airplane.

The flight attendant carts up to me, a big ol' cheesy smile plastered on her face. I smile back, and choose pasta with marinara sauce. Airline food usually sucks so it doesn't really matter what I choose. 

"Hey there sweetie, aren't you gettin' all fancy riding in first class?" She asks as she pulls at my meal, and stacks everyone onto a tray. I'm not sure how to respond to that, so I smile and kind of nod and laugh, but it looks like I'm smelling a fart.

She quickly shuffles away. 

I peel off the film from my food, and I'm hit by the hot steam and the smell of microwaveable dinner. I mix in the sauce, and sit on my dinner roll. I've had enough flying experience to know that the dinner rolls are basically frozen when they're given out. I grimace as I eat a forkful of pasta. But it actually tastes really good...

"HOLY MOLY- hey, hey! This stuff is sooo good!" I shout to the man next to me. He's eating his salmon with fork and knife, and a napkin splayed on his lap. He gives me the evil eye.

I continue eating, savoring the probably last time I will ever have good plane food. I pull out my roll from underneath my bum, and eat it. I then finish off my salad and fruit (which tastes amazing too! fancy first class food..) I eye the brownie and smile at it. "Come here my precious..." I say, and smile creepily. Food puts me in this mood. 

After I finish, I see the guy next to me is reading his magazine again, but he didn't eat his tiramisu. I poke him and nod towards the tiramisu. "You gonna eat that? Huh?" He shakes his head, as if to ask "Why me?" I take it and eat it- of course.

Full and happy, I sit back and click the lying-down chair button. We'll be there in about 7 hours. I can't fall asleep again. 

 I roll over onto my belly and I pull out my sketchpad. I absent-mindedly draw. 15 minutes later, I stare at the drawing. It's a picture of whole family, even Dopey, but I'm not there. I shake my head, it was just a mistake. So I draw a stick figure of myself besides Ray. Maybe I don't belong in the family.

I read for 1 hour, tucked under the blanket and leaning on a fluffy pillow, the lamp connected to my bed turned out. People are starting to sleep so the flight attendants turn off the lights. The man next to me is snoring away, so I plug in my earphones to classical music. It's less distracting when I read. 

I fall asleep with my book, the hum of the plane drilling through my earphones. It's relaxing in a way. 

When I wake up, it's light again. I stretch my jaw and swallow hard. My ears have popped. I check the time on the huge TV screen. 9:40 on the plane, and 3:50 in Italy. I sigh. They're not serving any food, and my stomach is growling more than Dopey slobbers. 

I pull out my Sour Patch Kids. I sit criss-cross applesauce in my bed/chair, turn on the tv to the movie "Alvin and the Chipmunks" and eat my candy. The man next to me is awake too, writing something on his iPad.

Because I have very low standards humor wise, I'm laughing the whole time during the movie. The man keeps glaring at me, and typing faster. I was crying at one point, which attracted a lot of attention. But I don't care. I'm never going to see these mucka luckas ever again! I read some more, watch some more movies, sketch a bit. 

Everything is becoming boring. I decide to sleep again. Sleeping will never get boring. Hopefully when I wake up again we'll be there- or eating breakfast. 

SORRY FOR THE BORING CHAPTER!!! It's just that I'm supposed to be doing math, Social studies, piano and crap so I don't have much time! I promise [well kinda promise] to upload more next time. this is a poopy chapter- please forgive me !

thanks for reading doe.<3

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