A/N: I don't know anything about moving to countries so just bare with me for this chapter and chapter 3 :)
8:00 am // Grace's POV:
Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the airport. I had a few headaches and stomach aches now and then but I felt alright after I got out of the car.
Dad parked the car in the car park where cars get flown over to different countries. That's kinda cool though, I mean, if you think about it. Getting flown over in a car by plane, I would love to do that. Anyway, we got all of bags and suitcases out of the trunk, we walked into the airport, we fixed up our boarding passes and then mum and I finally sat down. Dad and Brad went and got some Starbucks and had a look around the airport.
It was only 15 minutes until Brad and dad got back, mum went to the toilet and I went on my phone while everyone else was gone. I checked Facebook and Twitter for a bit but nothing was amusing me. I decided to post a tweet.
@Grace_Stormberg:
Going to miss Louisiana a lot, c'mon Sydney, please be good :/
I got off my phone for a while and started to socialised for a bit, there was an hour delay before we started to go on the plane, which was ok I guess. Dad was complaining how much longer we had to wait for the plane, only because he was so fricken excited about moving to Australia. Brad and mum couldn't blame him, but I wouldn't know how that would feel, I was so damn nervous.
Seconds, minutes flew by, I just wanted to stay here, what was the point of moving to another country anyway? Probably because my parents want me to become an Australian or not to live in Louisiana anymore because it's such a shitty place, I didn't want to ask mum or dad, I didn't know why they choose this decision in the first place.
"Flight 422 to Sydney will depart in 10 minutes"
As the PA system went off, I felt like I wanted to faint. We all got up and we straight to the plane, it wasn't like there was a secret tunnel to go down to, we were all walking outside on the tarmac. The tarmac smelt like rubber and it was a black/grey kind of colour. God did it stink. We all got up the steep stairs and went on the plane.
The flight attendant gave gave us life jackets, just in case if we crashed and we all died and there is no way out.
"Welcome to the flight 422 to Sydney, this will be an 9 hour flight so hold on tight. If there is an emergency, please break the glass and call the phone immediately"
The fact that I had I had to hear it was absolutely boring. God when will this day will end. This will be an nightmare of living hell, on second thought, it already is. I don't need to hear about stupid life jackets and how to put it on and I don't need to break glass to use a phone, I have my own phone, seriously, get your act together, I just want food, sleep and music. That is all I want from them.
"Thank you for traveling with Jetstar"
Ugh finally, a flight attentant who can actually shut up for once, I hate her voice. It sounded like Minnie Mouse mixed with Fergie. It was awful. I think many people hate it too. The plane started to go, feeling like my stomach just left me behind, I was holding onto both arms of the chair, just in case I was going to die. But an unlikely that would happen.
As the plane went off the ground, I started to listen to music for a while, I put on Black Eyed Peas, Meet Me Halfway, only because there was nothing to do. What do you expect? You are on a plane for 9 hours, you can't do anything. Mum and dad started watching TV and Brad was on his phone, maybe he could not annoy me during this whole plane ride, oh hell I hope not, don't think about it, that will make it worse.
"Oi fuckhead"
Shit. I knew this would happen.
"What do you want you little shit?"
"Could I borrow your phone for a second, I need to do something to it" He pleaded.
"No, do it on your own phone bitch, I don't want to see my phone in such a shitty state because you did something to it" I said.
"Otherwise I'll take your phone charger" He blackmailed.
"Gee blackmail much?" I complained.
"You fucking wish" He fought back.
"Brad, Grace, behave yourselves. We are on a plane, we don't want to cause any trouble" Dad warned the both of us
"Yeah whatever" We both said in sync.
That was our response of we both ever get in trouble "Yeah whatever" because we both didn't care if we both got in trouble, as long as mum and dad got an answer.
The sound of crying, yelling and screaming babies filled my ears. Praise the lord for earphones, I took it out of my phone and put them in the TV where it was right in front of me. I decided to watch Mean Girls for a bit, then have some food.
When will this fucking plane ride end?
A/N: I hoped you love chapter 2, I will write chapter 3 as soon as I post this chapter, hope you love the story so far :)
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