The airport

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My mom, dad, Jordan and I were saying our last goodbyes at the airport. My mother was probably crushing Jordan's ribs with the huge bear hug she was holding him in, she was telling him how much she loved him and told him to be careful and not to getinto any trouble.

Knowing Jordan, he wouldn't.

He's the straight A, golden boy at school. Almost similar to me but where as I barely scrape a B average.

Jordan has always been a mammas boy. Me, not so much. I've always prefered my dad over my mother.

Seeing as how I refer to my mother as either mother or mom(when I want something from her), and I refer to my dad as daddy or dad.

I heard approaching foot steps breaking me out of my thoughts.and turned around to see my dad approaching with two rectangles of paper in his hands.

I immediately smiled when I saw him which he returned flashing his bleached white teeth.

He handed me the two plane tickets. I noticed he had purchased 1st class tickets. Maybe he accidently bought the wrong ones, or grabbed somebody elses by mistake.

He muct have noticed my confusion because he said "This is your first time flying, I want it to me memorable for you guys." Dad was always big on "creating memories."

I looked at him in awe, and jumped up latching my arms around his neck. "Thanks so much daddy!" I squealed in excitement. "Anything for my Princess."

At that he glanced down at his watch, and said "Well it's time for you guys to go." I turned and walked over to my mother. I gave her a kind of half hug and slight kiss on the cheek. "I'm gonna miss you so much Kayla. Call and text a lot, and make sure Jordan does too!"

She let go of me and whispered in my ear so Jordan couldn't hear "Keep him away from Jacob." Confused I just nodded. I have no idea what she meant, and just let it go. Oh well.

We said our final goodbyes and ending with lots of hugs and kisses. Jordan and I walked over to the sleek podium were a lady who worked at the airport stood taking other passengers tickets. We handed her our tickets and she gave us the look that says 'Why are two teenagers flying by themselves to L.A. in1st class.'

I just shrugged and turned around to see Jordan staring out at the huge plane that was clearly visible through the glass wall. "Jordan, you comin'?" I asked him. "U-uh yeah...sure" He stuttered.

Then it hit me. When we were younger we took a trip to New York, my mother had a buisness meeting a few towns over and my dad decided he would tag along and we would make a vacation of it. Dad, Jordan and I stayed in a hotel in New York, while mom stayed in one in New Hyde Park. Jordan was 4. I was 8.

We were walking through Manhattan early one morning to go a little cafe my father had read about. To be exact it was Tuesday, September 11, 2001. About 8:45. in the morning. Jordan in his Winnie the Pooh cane stroller and I was holding my dads hand in a death grip, a bit frightened my all the people. Jordan was babbling on about how he wanted to fly a plane or at least ride in one.

That's when it happened. A huge explosion sound made everyone scream in pure terror, confused gasps and screams everywhere. Soon everyones attention was fixed to a huge billboard showing the huge ball of fire on the side of one of the Twin Towers. After wittnessing it all go down. About noon we were back to our hotel room, the taxi ride was silent. Until the cab driver finally spoke up "That's some crazy shit ain't it?" After a few minutes of silence my spoke up "Yeah. Yeah it is."

No one really seemed to notice Jordan's fear of planes until his 5th birthday when his friend Leon bought him a play airport complete with a plane and everything. Once it  registered in his mind what the gift was, he broke down in tears. It threw everybody until he mumbled something about New York" then everybody, except for the younger kids, exactly what was wrong. Ever since then Jordan has tensed up at the mere mention of someone flying on a plane. He was scared of flying.

I snapped back to reality and turned to Jordan, I put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's going to be fine. I swear. That was just a freak accident." I smiled warmly trying to calm him down, knowing my words weren't true at all.

He smiled, but being his big sister I knew it was fake.

When we reached our big white leather seats, Jordan seemed to tense up even more. I put a hand on his knee trying to calm him. "Jordan I promise it's going to be okay. Would I lie to you?" He sighed "...no, I guess not..." I smiled at him, this time he returned it and it seemed genuine.

The pilot announced we would be taking off and Jordan squeezed his eyes shut and was breathing heavily. I took the liberty of putting his seatbelkt on for him, along with my own. And so began our flight.

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