My holiday romance

Juliyetta goes on a school trip for three months. She's in America and ready to part-ay! However, her last trip to America ended in tears as she had ti say goodbye to her bestfriend. This time, she vows to not get too attached. Friendships from vacations will never end happily. So whatever will she do when her next holiday 'aquaintence' is sexy, charming, hilarious and irrestible. Whatever will she do when doesn't want to be 'just friends'? Holiday friendships are bad. So holiday relationships should be even worse......

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2. On the plane

So, I was on the plane. I looked out at the clouds and smiled, a big, stupid, dopey smile. I closed my eyes and felt like I was flying. Because I was. I took a deep breath... And then choked, coughed and nearly spat. That was not, the fresh and relaxing scent I was hoping to smell. "TJ!" I exclaimed still coughing and starting to laugh. TJ's my friend. Tara-jayne. I love her name. So much better than mine. Juliyetta. Please! Pathetic name. Anyways, TJ had shoved some casserole right under my nose. "Urgh! Airplane food. I'd rather starve than be poisoned with that! Eurgh!" TJ shuddered and placed the little dish back on her tray. She flicked her fiery hair (almost as fiery as her lipstick) and snapped her fingers. "Waitress! Please remove this FILTH from my table!" She commanded, lifting her chin up high. Man, I wish I had her confidence. The flight attendant gave her a very dissaproving look, then slowly moved her face closer to TJ. She too had bright red lipstick and was admitedly pretty. "If we hit an air bubble..." She began to whisper. "Don't be surprised when an oxygen mask doesn't drop down." She whispered before gathering up our trays. Her perfume was intoxicating. She stood up slowly and winked, then walked away. Half the boys whistled. Mrs Gargoyle (yes, thats her real name) tutted. "I will have a serious chat with you later." She snapped. "Ooh TJ." The rest of my friends cooed. "What?" TJ scoffed, putting her feet up. She was so cool and collected. And had the best style. She looked so confident sat there in her hightops. "I aint scared." TJ continued, twirling her hair around her dainty little manicured pinkie. "You should be." Clara said, raising her eyebrows in a creepy manner. We all giggled. "Why.. She gonna ground me?" TJ mocked, emphasisng with her dramatic hand gestures. "Look around guys, we're like a billion miles up." She said as she leaned back and slowly closed her eyes. "The worst she could do, is force feed me the airplane food." TJ giggled, along with the rest of us. The flight attendant walked past and 'accidently' spilled fizzy water on TJ's lap. The rest of us cracked up as TJ went raving mad and nearly attacked the poor attendant. "These cost me a fortune!" She wailed, getting up and flailing her arms about as she ran to the toilets. Poor girl. That flight attendant sure knew what she was doing. Fizzy drinks are sticky and uncomfortable. She quickly dabbed at the tray and TJ's seat. She turned around and walked away. I swear down she was smiling. So, I was on the plane. I looked out at the clouds and smiled, a big, stupid, dopey smile. I closed my eyes and felt like I was flying. Because I was. I took a deep breath... And then choked, coughed and nearly spat. That was not, the fresh and relaxing scent I was hoping to smell. "TJ!" I exclaimed still coughing and starting to laugh. TJ's my friend. Tara-jayne. I love her name. So much better than mine. Juliyetta. Please! Pathetic name. Anyways, TJ had shoved some casserole right under my nose. "Urgh! Airplane food. I'd rather starve than be poisoned with that! Eurgh!" TJ shuddered and placed the little dish back on her tray. She flicked her fiery hair (almost as fiery as her lipstick) and snapped her fingers. "Waitress! Please remove this FILTH from my table!" She commanded, lifting her chin up high. Man, I wish I had her confidence. The flight attendant gave her a very dissaproving look, then slowly moved her face closer to TJ. She too had bright red lipstick and was admitedly pretty. "If we hit an air bubble..." She began to whisper. "Don't be surprised when an oxygen mask doesn't drop down." She whispered before gathering up our trays. Her perfume was intoxicating. She stood up slowly and winked, then walked away. Half the boys whistled. Mrs Gargoyle (yes, thats her real name) tutted. "I will have a serious chat with you later." She snapped. "Ooh TJ." The rest of my friends cooed. "What?" TJ scoffed, putting her feet up. She was so cool and collected. And had the best style. She looked so confident sat there in her hightops. "I aint scared." TJ continued, twirling her hair around her dainty little manicured pinkie. "You should be." Clara said, raising her eyebrows in a creepy manner. We all giggled. "Why.. She gonna ground me?" TJ mocked, emphasisng with her dramatic hand gestures. "Look around guys, we're like a billion miles up." She said as she leaned back and slowly closed her eyes. "The worst she could do, is force feed me the airplane food." TJ giggled, along with the rest of us. The flight attendant walked past and 'accidently' spilled fizzy water on TJ's lap. The rest of us cracked up as TJ went raving mad and nearly attacked the poor attendant. "These cost me a fortune!" She wailed, getting up and flailing her arms about as she ran to the toilets. Poor girl. That flight attendant sure knew what she was doing. Fizzy drinks are sticky and uncomfortable. She quickly dabbed at the tray and TJ's seat. She turned around and walked away. I swear down she was smiling.
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