The Way it Is
Everything is predetermined. There's nothing you can do but accept it.
Get ready for a long post. I’ve had some pretty bad airplane trips. When we came back from New Zealand, I took a heavy sleeping pill but it didn’t work and I sat and stared for 14 hours. But I have to say, last night’s ride pretty much topped off the worst of the worst. We get on the plane and there are a couple of white trash ladies sitting with their kids behind us. Before the plane even takes off, as we are still taxying, one of the kids, whose name we soon learned was “Teagan,” started hysterically crying. He was crying so hard that he started throwing up. It sounded like he was puking out his entire intestines. My sister and I started laughing nerviously and then I ended up crying, it was ridiculous. Teagan’s mom was screaming and swearing at him and I felt really embarassed for them as I was covering my ears and trying not to listen to the sound of Teagan’s puking. After the plane took off, Teagan calmed down and I forgot about them as I read and listened to very loud music. Halfway through the flight, my sister spilled all of her sprite onto her seat and my leg. As she was trying to clean it up, my dad turns around (he was sitting in front of her) and loudly yells, “stop kicking me seat.” The flight attendant who was helping us started laughing pretty uncontrollably and that set me off. I started laughing so hard that I was crying, yet again. I needed to get off the plane, fast. I cried twice on that flight, maybe because it was so late and I was exhausted. I don’t want to fly again anytime soon. Maybe I won’t be going back east for college after all… Oh, I almost forgot, Teagan started screaming and crying again as the plane was descending. At least this time he didn’t have anything else to throw up.
