Dear Journal,
The dreaded walk to the plane seemed endless to me. I felt as if my heart was tearing apart in my chest and would never heal. Seeing my Mom like that made me feel tremendous guilt but it was something I knew I had to do. I'm sure she'd stay there and wait patiently until my plane took off and would be more upset and cry to Phil about it. I had told her I'd be ok and I meant it, I knew I would be.
I entered the airtight space of the airplane and showed the sterwardess my ticket. She escorted me down the long hallway of seats and found my seat. It was a dark royal blue color with two arm rests, the 3rd in a row next to the window. Although most people want to sit next to windows on planes I on the other hand was not pleased. Hopefully I will get lucky and have someone sit next to me who would gladly switch seats. I pulled down the tingy creme shade so I didn't have to look out. .Being in the blue sky and seeing clouds made me feel nauseaus, I belonged on land.
Time had passed on and the plane had steadily started to fill. I could hear a baby cry behind me in the arms of her Mother. A boy, about 10 years old a few rows infront of me acting completely obnoxious by kicking the back of an older mans seat. The man kept looking behind him and glaring at the child but it only made the boy want to kick him more. Across the center hall was an older woman with light grey hair chating noisely on a cell phone when the lights clearly said to turn them off. Flying coach is what I was used to but people watching is pretty facinating.
Finally, the stewardess began the airplane announcements. I grabbed my purple ipod from my jean pocket and placed the white ear buds in my ears and turned the music up. I slowly nodded of into peaceful dreams while the airplane flew up into the crystal clear sky. I awoke mid flight to the silence in my ears.
"Crap" I said to myself, my charge was all gone.
I stretched my hands about my head and reached for the sky. My back felt very stiff and I arched it and stretched some more. I looked around and the plane seemed to be more quiet. Children were sleeping and most of the adults were reading old magazines the airlines provided. I got up to my feet and excused myself to the top bins above my head. I reached for my dark brown bag and brought it down with a thud to the floor. I got a few looks as I turned red, mouthed I'm sorry then continued to sit back down. I rummaged through the pack to look for batteries but came across a small silver box with a baby blue ribbon tied in a bow around it. I pulled the soft string gently and the bow unfolded. I then unwrapped the silver paper and lifted the top of the box. In it lay a familiar ring. It was the shape of an oval and the rock was a a beautiful stone called moonstone. It was a pearly color that shone rainbows when in the light. Grandma Swan had given it to Mom when Charlie and her had married and now Mom wanted me to have it. A note was attached to it saying "You'll always have a a part of me." I placed it on my finger and streched my hand out and began to sob. I pulled out my batteries from my bag, shoved them into my player and placed my bag at my feet. I then closed my eyes and tried to return to sleep.
~Bella
