Finding The Idiot:
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We all read the stories.
The girl gets kidnapped and lover boy does all he can to save her.
Well in this story it's the complete opposite. An idiot and his idiot choices gets him kidnapped. So...
I lay my back on the chair and relax. I close my eyes trying to sleep, but I'm rudely woken up by a crying baby.
Okay, I take that back this baby is not peaceful. This well be the worst 15 hours of my life.
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It has been 3 hours since the plane has taken off and this baby is still crying. I'm just seconds away from pulling my hair out of my head. I can't even believe no one else is losing their minds like me. They're all either sleeping or has their earphones.
I should have brought my earphones. I would have been listening to Fall Out Boy or The Chainsmokers. Man, I love the Chainsmokers.
I look at Malia, who is just sleeping too comfortable in her chair. The Pros of being petite, am I right. She looks like Patrick when he was sitting on the bench.
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She looks like a ball or a piece of gum like SpongeBob puts it.
I poke her tummy because I'm bored. She looks comfortable, so my job is to make her feels my emotions. If I can't be comfortable than neither can she. It's only fair.
I keep poking her, but it's no use. She's not moving. Oh my god, what if she's dead? No! My best friend is dead! I knew she would die soon, but not this early. I mean I'm the youngest, but I thought I would go first.
I keep poking her, but a little more harder. Please be alive. Please be alive. I give up poking her and just give her my infamous pinches.
1...
2...
3..."Ouch!"
"Good morning, sunshine."
Malia gives me a deadly glare that I just simply ignore because come on she doesn't mean, does she? "Let me sleep. I'm tired."
"And I bored," I said trying to take away her pillow. She grabs her pillow and suddenly we're in a tug-of-war with a freaking pillow.
"I'm not playing, April," Malia says. She's no fun.
"Awww, pwease," I beg, trying to get happy Malia back.
She looks at me for a full minute or was it 30 seconds. I don't know.
"No." I give up and give her the pillow.
This plane ride is slowly killing me. There are so many things helping it too.
1) The baby isn't in mute.
2) I forgot my earphones at home, which is just great.
3) And to top it all off, bae had to move seats because the lady had to just sit in her assigned seat.
