Airport

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Wry's POV
I scream in horror as I look at my clock, realizing I only had 30 minutes left to reach the airport. I quickly throw on a red dress that had gold flower details on it, slip on red heels, and tie my silver hair into a messy bun. I run downstairs and grab both my car keys and suitcase. I dash outside to my car. I throw my suitcase into the back seats and hop into the driver's seat. I quickly drive to the airport, to which when I get there I had 7 minutes left to meet up with everyone. I grip on the handle of my suitcase as I run to my gate, which had a waiting area. I quickly weave through the crowd, my light blue/yellow eyes looking for my gate, to which I reach my gate waiting area. When I slump onto a seat, I pull out my phone to call my group. But before that, I feel a hand smack my head, causing me to lean over a bit. I growl, already knowing who it is. "No need to hit so hard...John.". He looms over me, his green hair being a mess. "But you were nearly late.", he responds. I roll my eyes and look forward, to which I see the rest of the crew. I pull out my ticket from my pocket. We're going to Las Vegas. "Why do I have to pay for all the tickets..?", I sigh. The whole crew shrugs at me and stands up, picking up their suitcases including mine. "We're going now.", Ash groans, stretching one of his legs before walking towards the gate. I sigh once more before following Ash, the others trailing behind me.
A whole lot of fun is waiting for us.. right?

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