The week carried on quite boringly. My mom and Jake tried calling me from time to time, I ignored them. Me and Riley tslked the phone a couple times too; I told him I was sorry I left, he said he would get over it and our conversations carried on like any normal brother and sister. Hannah and her family welcomed me as if I was their own daughter or sister; Hannah and I hung out in her room talking about what we are going to wear at the concert, and what we would do if we really do somehow meet One Direction.
Before I knew it, I was sitting on a plane next to my best friend, heading to a One Direction concert. I leaned my head againgst the cold glass of the window, and saw how high in the sky we were. I quickly looked away and grabbed onto my churning stomach.
Hannah looked over me as I sat their wide-eyed and groaning. "Are you okay? I know seeing One Direction might make you a little sick, but at least wait until we see them. Don't throw up on the plane."
I shook my head. I took a deep breath before I said, "It's not that, we are really high in the sky and-"
She gasped. "And you get motion sickness. Oh my gosh, Lilly, I totally forgot. Do you need anyhting? I can get you a bag, or maybe some medicine, or I could walk you to the bathroom, or I could-"
"Just. Stop. Talking."
She froze. "Oh... okay. I'm sorry. I'll just shut up and stop talking."
"No, Hannah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just I feel like I'm going to vomit any second now, and I have a really bad headache. I love you for worrying about me so much, but I just need some sleep. Okay?"
She smiled. "Okay."
I closed my eyes and felt at peace. That was, until, I started lurching foward, almost like I was on a bumpy ride. I opened one eye and looked over at Hannah to see that she was sitting still, lightly nodding to the music on her iPod. I opened both eyes and looked behind my seat to find a little kid kicking my seat. Oh no, that's just my luck.
I turn back forward and pray that the kicking will stop. Seconds later, my prayer was answered. The kicking suddenly just stopped. I sighed and closed my eyes again.
I was just about to slip into the world of blissful sleep when the kid behind me kicked my seat again. OH MY GOD. Is Hannah oblivious to all this?
I turned around to face the kid. "Excuse me, would you please stop kicking my seat? I'm trying to get some sleep."
The kid just looked at me and laughed. "You don't need sweep on a airpwane! Look out da window!" He continued to kick my seat and laugh.
I gritted my teeth. "Kid, I'm going to tell you again. Stop kicking my seat."
He groomed his invisible beard. "Hmm... NO." He kicked my seat even harder, making me almost fall.
"STOP KICKING MY SEAT!"
"Excuse me?" A woman asked me. "Don't talk to my child like that."
I looked over at her and glared. "Well, ma'am, your child is kicking my seat when I'm trying to sleep! Tell him to stop."
She looked shocked that I actually said that. "I will do no such thing. Kids need their freedom, and Timmy will do whatever he wants."
"Some parent you are," I mumble quietly.
"What did you just say?"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all. Just tell Timmy to STOP KICKING MY SEAT!"
She glared back at me. "How do you know my kids name? Are you a stalker? I have pepperspray in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it."
"Are you stupid? You just said your kids name like a minute ago! Do I even look like some kind of stalker?" I asked, almost yelling at her.
"You are a very disrespectful young lady."
She kept going on and on about how to be respectful and ask things nicely, while her son, Timmy, was still kicking my seat, and I accidentally glanced outside and saw how high we were. Seconds later I felt my lunch gurgling in my stomach and sliding up throat; it came shooting out of my mouth and right onto Timmy. Oops? In my defense he deserved it.
I turned around and grabbed a napkin while I ignored Timmy crying and his mother yelling and swearing at me.
I smiled to myself as I looked over at Hannah and saw her fast asleep. I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.
I felt someone shaking my lightly on the shoulder; I opened my eyes to see Hannah holding my bags for me. "Get up lazy bum, we're here."
"Already? But I swear it felt like five minutes ago I fell asleep..."
"Whatever. I'm tired. Let's go and get a hotel room so tomorrow we will be fresh and clean for the concert."
I nodded in agreement and took my bags from her. I looked behind me and chuckled lightly seeing that there was no Timmy or his annoying mom anywhere to be found.
Ah, what an interesting airplane trip.