Goodbye, Colorless Town
People thought it was funny, the curiosity that drove me into anxiousness for my first plane ride.
“Being on a plane is no fun, you know,” everyone complained. But I was experiencing something for the first time, something people rarely have a chance to do.
My stomach did that thing where it churns, and makes your throat burn with impatience, as soon as I approached security. The inquisitiveness which sparked my excitement masked the subtle panicking that slightly quickened my pulse. Clueless, the security must have thought about my constant inquiry of what goes where, and how it goes there.
Once I survived security I marked it on my list of accomplishments.
“How was it?” my friend Kylie questioned me, aware of my newfound admiration.
“Too easy,” I teased, my …show more content…
That of course mostly consisted of the plethora of unnecessary items our mothers hounded us into packing. I used one
Q-Tip on the entirety of my trip.
Last Name 2
“How long is the layover once we get to New York?” I asked upon finally managing a seating arrangement.
“Five hours,” Kylie agonized, pulling her face into a grimace.
I looked out the unrestricted windows and saw downtown Phoenix. I remember how the sky peeked behind the floating planes as a purple-blue with a hint of gold. The clock read 4:57
AM on the blue screen of my phone. I also remember not going to bed the night before in order to preserve my sleep for the long flight I was inevitably going to endure.
“Section C, we are ready to board the plane,” the flight attendant chimed into the intercom after we waited an hour for the boarding of ‘golden ticket’ clients and sections A and B.
Her voice possessed this smoothness I had never heard before, or maybe it was the fogginess of the intercom.
“Here we go,” I said, shaking Kylie’s arm. My stomach did that thing again.
We were taking off, and Kylie was fast asleep with her head crashing into the now
People thought it was funny, the curiosity that drove me into anxiousness for my first plane ride.
“Being on a plane is no fun, you know,” everyone complained. But I was experiencing something for the first time, something people rarely have a chance to do.
My stomach did that thing where it churns, and makes your throat burn with impatience, as soon as I approached security. The inquisitiveness which sparked my excitement masked the subtle panicking that slightly quickened my pulse. Clueless, the security must have thought about my constant inquiry of what goes where, and how it goes there.
Once I survived security I marked it on my list of accomplishments.
“How was it?” my friend Kylie questioned me, aware of my newfound admiration.
“Too easy,” I teased, my …show more content…
That of course mostly consisted of the plethora of unnecessary items our mothers hounded us into packing. I used one
Q-Tip on the entirety of my trip.
Last Name 2
“How long is the layover once we get to New York?” I asked upon finally managing a seating arrangement.
“Five hours,” Kylie agonized, pulling her face into a grimace.
I looked out the unrestricted windows and saw downtown Phoenix. I remember how the sky peeked behind the floating planes as a purple-blue with a hint of gold. The clock read 4:57
AM on the blue screen of my phone. I also remember not going to bed the night before in order to preserve my sleep for the long flight I was inevitably going to endure.
“Section C, we are ready to board the plane,” the flight attendant chimed into the intercom after we waited an hour for the boarding of ‘golden ticket’ clients and sections A and B.
Her voice possessed this smoothness I had never heard before, or maybe it was the fogginess of the intercom.
“Here we go,” I said, shaking Kylie’s arm. My stomach did that thing again.
We were taking off, and Kylie was fast asleep with her head crashing into the now