I was sprawled out on my front porch waiting for my ride. All my bags were packed beside me, all my belongings inside them. My clothes, posters,my shoes, and I even stuffed my carry on bag with Oreos. I had my i pod, cell phone, and laptop too. I was totally ready for this flight, and I was defiantly going to eat all the Oreos.
I was bored and had about another 30 minutes, so I took out my iPod and took a couple selfies and ended up posting the majority of them on Instagram. After 5 minutes, my pictures had already gotten over a thousand likes. This is so different, it's gonna take a while to get used to it. I opened the twitter app and tweeted right as my ride drove up. 'On my way to the airport, I just hope they won't take my Oreos!'
My mom came rushing outside to tell me goodbye. She was crying and had her make up all over her face. " Be careful. Don't take food from strangers. And whatever you do, don't go home with any attractive strangers who have foreign accents!!!!!"
" Okay mom, I won't! And I can't promise anything about the 'don't-take-Oreos-from-strangers' thing. I love you." I replied, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
" No need to be sassy. I know how you are with your Oreos, and if a stranger offers you some you will most likely take them and they could put drugs in them! Anyways, I love you! I'm gonna miss you so much!" She cried, while hugging me back.
I loaded my stuff into the car and turned to my mom. With a last little wave I got into the car. It was a black Cadillac with tinted windows. To my surprise, there was five other people in there. Two in the front, and three in the back, leaving me to sit in the very back. It was too dark to see who they were, and they were all sleeping except for the driver so I put my earbuds in and fell asleep on the seven hour ride to the airport.
