The Flight

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Still on the plane, and I'm really uncomfortable. Out of nowhere a hand hits my shoulder. It's James. "Holy shit, James. You scared me," I said while hitting him. "What, scared of planes? You still haven't gotten over that, sis?" I chuckled and said, "No, just your ugly face." We both laugh. "So how's it like in first class?" I ask him. "First Classy," he says. "Not much different than back here other than better seats and more room. The food is shit on planes. Especially those peanuts." I throw a bag of peanuts at him "Shut the fuck up, I love these things." He scoffs and says, "Somehow. Hey, I'm gonna go back to my seat. Just thought I'd check up on Miss Scaredy Pants." "Shut the fuck up. I can handle myself," I say then stick my tongue out at him. We both laugh then he walks back up to his seat. I look over at Joel. Still asleep. How does that fucker do that? Oh well, might as well try and catch some z's my self. I lay back and close my eyes and drift into sleep.

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