Constantly Changing

Annoying plane rides and a punchable kid

Snore. THUMP. Drip. Drip. THUMP. Snore.

OH MY GOSH

THUMP. My whole seat jerked forward and I hit my head on the chair in front of me. I heard that annoying little punk (my little brother) behind me laugh at my misery for the one hundredth time already.

I huffed and looked to the side at this stupid douchebag (my older brother) drooling on my shoulder, which is now soaked. Changing my glance I looked to the window and saw all the big white fluffy clouds. Suddenly, I felt nausea and turned my head straight in front of me again. I hate airplanes. Well, hate is a strong word I'd say I dislike airplanes.
THUMP. My face went flying into the chair in front of me once again, but this time my older brother on my shoulder, fell on my lap.

NOPE I WAS RIGHT I HATE AIRPLANES.

I took a deep breathe and slowly started to pick him up and set him up straight. THUMP. Yeah he fell on my lap again.

"Kid I'm warning you." I gritted my teeth "Cut. It. Out." He giggled behind me, and could basically hear him roll his eyes. I turned around to look at him and our very loud snoring father who's obviously not doing a good job 'fathering' his son. I think I need to take away his parenting certificate for raising this devil child. He smirked at me and kicked my seat. Wrong move buddy.

I sprung from my seat, pushing off the douchebag, ignoring the stares, and nearly jumped over my seat to the row behind me. Of course from all the gasps, my snoring dad woke up and held me back as I was about the pummel the punk. I struggled against his grasp and turned beet red in anger.

"Your annoying son has been kicking my seat the whole ride!" I complained. He shot a look at the punk "Kevin stop bothering her!" Kevin nodded and giggled a little while he looked out the window. I dragged my self back to my seat until I was tapped on the shoulder by someone.

"Excuse me miss" spinning on my heel I saw this shorter old lady who was looking at me under a weird pair of glasses.

"Yes?" I asked nicely.

"There have been some complaints about you, and I talked to my supervisor. We think it's best that you move to the back of the plane."

Scuffing I replied "complaints about me?"
"Indeed miss."

I let out a bitter laugh " ok I'm glad to move."

Walking over to my seat, I reached up top for my suitcase. The brother who was slobbering on me before gave me a dirty glare, and snuggled onto the empty chair.
Typical brandon.

Rolling my eyes I grabbed the suitcase that jerked a bit to the left by accident. Very unfortunate, but very very very amusing. It fell out of my grasp and landed onto the punks lap.

"Ow!!" He yelled and pushed my bag into my dad's lap. That only made me laugh harder, because some how my handle of the bag got out and whacked my father in the face. Okay I was dying of laughter now. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and grabbed my bag.

"I'm so sorry!" I managed between my uneven breaths. My dad (Henry) gave me a painful nod that said he forgave me. I twirled around and went to the open seat in the very back. Next to who I might say, are very attractive men. On the way there some grandma like old lady's gave me a glare. Pshh I wasn't that noisy gosh.
Okay maybe I was...

I approached the two men " Hi I'm Kayleigh and I-" the one man with brown hair in a suit held up a hand and pointed to his earpiece.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't-" the almost identical man next to him shhhhed me. Ok we'll at least they don't drool or kick my seat. I shrugged and sat on the side of the one man. Whoever he was speaking to must be very important, because the guy kept nodding his head and writing down notes.

Then for the first time he spoke. "Yeah yeah we're almost there." with a almost ear splitting loud voice. I had to resist to cover my ears the whole ride there.
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I felt so happy when I finally got on solid ground away from the almost most annoying people the world has known.

Oh wait, I forgot I live with them.

My dad, older brother, and the punk got off the plane. I tried to ignore the fact that kevin (the punk) was having a burping contest with brandon (the stupider punk). Eventually, i had to step away as far as possible when my dad chimed in with the loudest burp i ever heard.

People call us the edwins.
I call us the embarrassment family.
Kids at my old school called us "The Freaks."
My family calls us perfect.
Ha. Gets me every time.

Having trouble piecing things together? I'll help you. I'm Kayleigh Edwin average teenager girl. No I didn't come to New York with my family to visit anyone, instead I'm moving here.

My mom thought that we needed to get out and experience the city. I told here I could just go print out pictures of New York and frame them around the house.
I thought it was funny, but uh- ya- she didn't.

She insisted we move here, because the family needs a change and, we need to be motivated or something.

Mostly because she wants me to be something i'm not. A business women. Our whole family is in the works of sales and advertising, except me and the punk of course. She thinks moving to the city we also inspire us.
Bullshit.

There is no way I'll make it in business.

I want to be something different, like an Actress, dancer, and an okay singer. Maybe even make it to broadway.

Telling my mom that would be like finding no presents under the tree at christmas. She would be so sad and disappointed that I ruined the business family tradition thing.
So, here I am in the middle of a huge city, trying to accomplish a huge dream that I don't even want.