Fire Starter

Chapter Four

"Excuse me... Ma'am. The flight ended an hour ago, and the plane has finally cleared."

She hadn't even given me a chance to open my eyes after she tapped me. It was a flight attendant.

Did she just say that the flight ended? My eyes fling open with nervousness.

I was here already? And slept through the whole plane ride?

I'd only been up for approximately an hour in total on the plane. It was once to pee, twice where they woke me up to eat, and once where they woke me up to give me a blanket, pillow, and earmuffs to mute everything.

I wondered if the plane had flipped or made any loopty-loops while I was asleep, and when I asked the flight attendant, she just laughed at me. I didn't understand why, until I later realized that it was altogether, impossible, especially holding hundreds of passengers.

I had been glad that the 2 seats next to me were empty. Not many people were on my plane story... Just these really rich looking people, who probably dressed their dogs like babies.

Where were all of the normal looking people? I'd once thought.

I had a new set of bricks placed on my shoulder as I walked off the plane, and everything looked the same as when I got on the plane... But different... Backwards... If that makes as much sense to anybody as it does to me.

It didn't seem to process in my head at the thought of being all the way across the world from home. Where I grew up... California... Where I was born. Where everything and everyone I'd ever known, were.

I tried to ignore the person next to me when walking off the plane, but it was this middle aged man in a business suit who you'd believed owned his own jet.

"Longest 20 hours of my life." Was mumbled out in a sort of sarcastic jovial voice.

20 hours? It was only 12 hours, nimrod.

I couldn't help but cut in. "What?"

He looked over at me, not having expected me. He aswell was a passenger like me who had been asleep, and had been woken up after the plane cleared. His carry on bag was just an over the shoulder brief case.

"We were suppose to take off at 3:30AM, sharp... But when we sat there for 2 hours, thinking that it was just a little time un-orderly fashion, apparently the pilot was... Drunk? I overhead the attendants." He shrugged, not looking at me as he powered his phone to life.

I had been sleep, not even realizing that that was what happened. Being oblivious to it all.

"And the flight itself was 18 hours."

Wow. I was just guessing at how long the flight was, and I'd slept through it all.

Maybe it was because I wasn't sure if I were afraid of heights, so I didn't really want to be conscious during the ride to find out. But 18 whole hours? Crazy. That's merely a day. Let's just be grateful that the flight was not canceled... Just delayed. On the bright side as well, (not for me, but for others) the lower class seats who unlike me, usually have to pay for food, ended up getting all of their food at no cost because of the delay.

But anywho, If it was 3AM when we got on the plane, 5AM when we took off, and an 18 hour flight, adding 8 because the United Kingdom was 8 hours ahead... Ha! I'd be a mathematician and maybe even a geography teacher if I actually knew the answer to that by mentally calculating.

"Oh. Would you happen to know the time here?"

"Hmmm..." He stared at his phone, frowning as if he couldn't see the time. "If it's 11:49pm back in California. Add 8 hours... It is 7:49 in the morning." He stifled a yawn, mumbled excuse me, and nodded a 'nice talking to you' after departing to the moving belt for his luggage, I assumed.