One Way Trip to a Dead End

Chapter 3

I am staring at the puffy white clouds below me, which once were above me. I take out my phone and snap a few pictures. Don't you ever dream or think of living in this paradise. I imagine secret creatures living in these puffy land once in a while. They look so much more solid than what they truly are.

I think about what my parents told me after a very strange confrontation with an unfamiliar situation. I seriously do not get why my parents would be so connected to people they're defending. I would understand that its hard to lose a case but to actually be scared of walking away from it, I don't quite get. I am sure they tried their best, they always do and whether it ends well or not, they'd sure be bummed but not completely wrecked. Its like this unfamiliar situation is a box of cigarettes and my mom took out a match to embrace and I noticed. Each match represents a problem, an issue. The one she took out isn't the one she claims it is and therefore the match is lit before my eyes. The flame can simply represent my curiosity. I know this because my dad used to talk about curiosity with me and told me about how it starts like a spark that never dies till it is told what it wants to hear. I always loved psychology, I probably got that from my dad.

Thank goodness there is such as entertainment on board. I seriously wouldn't know what to do if there wasn't a screen in front of my face installed in the seat before my eyes giving me the opportunity to play games, watch series and listen to music. Music can be listened to on the phone as well, if downloaded. But then I'd have to get out my phone and earplugs, undo the unneeded complicated knot I made in it and plug it in. Furthermore I have to select a play-list carefully, I don't want to listen to music that I don't feel like listening to because then I have to take my phone and change it. Yes, I am a very lazy person. But I have every reason not to listen to music on my phone as it kills battery. I have to wait till we're at Aunt Julie's till I can plug it in. Speaking of which, did I bring my charger?

I grab my bag and dig through my objects. Phone, book (To Kill a Mockingbird), headphones, tissues, boarding pass. Then I see something unfamiliar. Or rather, unexepected. On my boarding pass it says one way trip. Isn't it supposed to be a round trip? I turn to my mom who is sleeping and my dad who's eyes are glued to his screen playing some horror movie, which he loves. I'd rather not disturb them. Perhaps its a typo. No, can't be. I guess there's some complicated stuff to it. Maybe because I am considered a child, I get a seperate documents for the flight back. No, wait, isn't it always like that? Too confused and no longer bothered, knowing it will turn out fine, I continue digging through my bag to eventually find my charger. Good.

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Its funny how you don't tend to notice that you fell asleep sometimes. After you wake up and a whole bunch of events happen, such as awkwardly exiting the plane amongst other people crowding the pathways, passport control and claiming your luggage back, you totally forget how you came to the point of falling asleep. It seems like a mysterious piece in your life has gone missing that you'll never be able to uncover. Nobody probably cared you were in a situation of the unknown to tell you exactly what happened. Sounds like those mysterious disappearances of ships or planes. Nobody knows what happened.

"We're officially in London sweety!" my mom says excitedly. Apparently she isn't worried about her accused couple anymore.

"Yeah, its really cool," I say pretty unconvincingly and tiredly.

"I think we'd have to go for a rest. We'll save the Big Ben for tomorrow, is that okay?" 

"Yeah, sure, I mean, please." 

Soon my mom takes out her little agenda and notes it down.

"That organized freak of yours," my dad says putting an arm around my shoulders.