Short story of the five bros

Part One- An Incredibly Stressful EVERYTHING

CLARA'S POV

"I'm sorry. Ma'am, but there are no animals allowed on this flight."
Carolyn hisses in frustration, clutching her dog, Roo, tightly so as not to allow him the chance of being taken away.
Roo himself is shivering in umasked terror, staring fearfully at the flight attendant.
"I told you we should have hid him better." Clara sighs and grips her forehead.
"Hey, um, we can put the dog inside the-"
"There are no dogs allowed on this flight, ma'am!"
Carolyn says, swallowing contempt, "Please, lady, can we just keep him on the plane, just because he's already here and-"
"PLEASE, Ma'am, PROPERLY RESTRAIN YOUR ANIMAL!"
Clara glares at the flight attendant as the rest of the bros just pray to god that something good happens since no one but Clara is brave enough to intervene, and then Clara's head is whipped to the side as Carolyn furiously fits her dog into a mauve blouse, muttering to herself the whole time.
The mauve blouse quakes in intimidation as Carolyn smugly says, "My animals are properly restrained."
The flight attendant, officially giving up, sighs and departs for the next cabin, shaking her head in disbelief.
The bros all cheer and hi-five one another on the first achievement of many so far.
"Good job, man!" Clara says, exhaling in relief.
"Woah, what just happened?" Johnni takes off her headphones and peers at her four friends suspiciously.
"Wow, Carolyn..." Paige is faced in the direction where the flight attendant made her leave.
Carolyn continues on as if nothing happened, her californian pursedog/mauve blouse quivering in her lap.
" I just can't believe where we're going..."
"ME EITHER!" Clara sighs, looking anxiously about the cabin.
"... You alright bro?" Carolyn asks her, eyes narrowed.
"Oh yeah, I'm just fine," Clara says, putting her hands in her lap.
"Are you sure?" Paige proceeds.
"Yes, I'm fine. I promise. Now how are you guys doing?"
Sarah speaks for the first time, enthusiasm evident in her voice.
"I'm so excited... I mean, I've wanted to go to Paris ever since I was little."
Carolyn smiles and sighs.
"I know, right? Paris. It's like a dream..."
"Parisian guys are so hot..."
Clara coughs and then squirms in her seat to look out the window at the stormy skies above.
Storms mean bad, because storms mean wind and wind means turbulence... She turned back around to face the bros, watching them converse making out with Parisian men, and how that would compare to mexicans.
I hope they'll be alright.