A Hollywood Deception

|02| Plane

Song: Plane

Artist: Jason Mraz

Now, you would think that by living in California, it would be logical to just go to the beach on the west coast. But I didn't do that, which might I add was a very bad idea on my part. No, I had to be impulsive and decide to travel all the way to the east coast just to go to the beach.

That means that I have to go through the whole strenuous process of flying in a plane. I arrive at the airport half-asleep with my wavy brown, mid-back length hair pulled up into a messy bun on the top of my head and trip over my feet about every ten seconds. I lug my heavy duffel bag over my shoulder and pick up the small black bag next to my feet. After checking in my duffel bag and confirming my tickets for a too long flight to Delaware, I make my way to the terminal.

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Unsteadily, I walk-well rather stumble- down the isle of the plane to my seat. Did I forget to mention that I absolutely resent flying? Yeah, well this trip is just another fine example showcasing my superb planning skills.

Once I reach my designated seat my eyes flick back and forth between my ticket and the number listed on the wall, begging it not to be true.

"You have got to be kidding me" I mutter under my breath.

A flight attendant stops by my side, " Is there a problem ma'am?"

I look at my seat, smack dab in the middle of the worst possible types of people you find on a plane. A women gives me an apologetic look as her baby starts to cry-loudly. On the other side, in the isle seat is a rather large man, who looks to be slightly sweating already as he digs into his chicken wings that he got from who knows where.

My eyes do another once over, confirming that this is indeed my seat. I glance back at the attendant, "No sorry"

She nods once and waits whilst I precariously scoot around the man and his wings that are covered in a thick sauce that already coats his lips and fingers.

A persons voice crackles over the speakers, "Hello, I would like to first thank you for flying with us and go over a few safety things".

She lists off a few things involving electronics and seat belts, and where bathrooms are. It makes me extremely nervous when she mentions the whole in case of an emergency thing.

"Alright" she says perkily at the end of her speech, " we will be taking off here shortly, so please everyone stay in your seats and hold on tight!"

Obviously she was kind of joking with that last statement, but I take it very literally and grip the armrests on either side of me as the plane starts to move.

The man next to me licks his fingers clean and then wipes the residue on his shirt. He leans over to me, his hot breath fans over me as he speaks. It takes everything in me not to turn away in disgust. Once his lips stop moving, I stretch my lips into a forced smile, having absolutely no idea what he actually told me.

He seems satisfied with my answer though and thankfully leans out of my personal space and back onto his side of the arm rest.

I feel myself get pushed back into my seat as the plane starts to speed up on the runway. My fingers dig painfully into the metal arm rests as the plane gets faster and faster. I clench my eyes shut, feeling the large piece of scrap metal start to pull up off of the ground. My ears pop from the pressure change as we ascend into the sky.

Within a couple minutes, the plane starts to level out. Slowly, I blink open my eyes and pry my fingers off of the arm rests.

I let out a breath of air in relief and leans my head back into the seat. Finally, everything is kind of peaceful once the initial terror of taking off passes.