Post by Teagan Owens on Feb 16, 2013 16:41:19 GMT -5
Teagan was not excited for the flight. She was in the airport all alone, waiting for her flight to New York. She thought about her aunts home back in Gold Coast. Her cousins were sad to see her go, especially the youngest one. The drive took about an hour and now she was stuck. She made it through costumes and now she was sitting in the hard chair with her backpack near her feet. With her iPod in one ear, she sat alone drawing on a small sketchbook and waited to hear the boarding call. She wasn’t excited for the long, nonstop flight. At least they offered a meal, not a good one, but a meal none the less. To satisfy her hunger Teagan also brought a few snacks and a book or two to keep her busy on the long flight.
Finally the call for first class rang and she saw many business men and lots of families stand up and move to the gate. She wasn’t going to rush the gate like everyone else. She would wait until coach class was ready to board, or until the line got a little smaller. Teagan wasn’t excited about being stuck elbow to elbow with some stranger on a flight that was almost twenty hours. But it was something she had to do.
Teagan boarded the plane, she smiled when she noticed that her seat was right next to the window. She stumbled over the two pairs of legs that stood between her and the empty window seat. She quietly apologized as she moved through them. Finally sweet relief came as she sat in that uncomfortable, and a kid kicking the back of her neighbors chair.
Finally the airplane left the Brisbane, Australia airport and Teagan started on her long flight. She didn’t get much sleep on the airplane due to the uncomfortable seat, the screaming babies and the playing children who loved the idea of traveling through time. When they passed around the meals Teagan looked at the barely edible looking food. She wouldn’t be surprised if something jumped up and ran around the cabin. Luckily nothing jumped up and Teagan only ate half the meal provided. “I think I proffer McDonalds over this.” She mumbled to herself. The person next to her agreed, and Teagan gave them a slight smile.
After twenty long hours of air time, the pane finally landed and everyone started to gather up their belongings. Teagan looked at a watch on her wrist. It read 6:31. She was sure that it was morning, and if it were any other day, she would be sleeping in bed or going off with her few friends to the beach to make fun of the people who only think they can surf.
She didn’t have any other bags than the backpack on her back. The rest of her luggage had been mailed to the school. Teagan walked out of the terminal and towards the exit. She pulled out a letter in her pocket, telling her that a staff member would come and pick her up to take her to the school.
Teagan looked at her ripped jeans, and short sleeve shirt. She noticed that everyone looked bundled up. She also noticed that her sun kissed skin looked different compared to the others in the airport. Teagan pulled a small coat out of her backpack and put it on. She looked out a window and she saw snow on the ground. Considering that she had just left a summer on Australia, she wasn’t excited about going out in the cold. Nonetheless, Teagan looked around reading the signs of names that were being held by relatives and friends. Not seeing her name, she double checked the letter and sighed, figuring that she had been forgotten.
Finally the call for first class rang and she saw many business men and lots of families stand up and move to the gate. She wasn’t going to rush the gate like everyone else. She would wait until coach class was ready to board, or until the line got a little smaller. Teagan wasn’t excited about being stuck elbow to elbow with some stranger on a flight that was almost twenty hours. But it was something she had to do.
Teagan boarded the plane, she smiled when she noticed that her seat was right next to the window. She stumbled over the two pairs of legs that stood between her and the empty window seat. She quietly apologized as she moved through them. Finally sweet relief came as she sat in that uncomfortable, and a kid kicking the back of her neighbors chair.
Finally the airplane left the Brisbane, Australia airport and Teagan started on her long flight. She didn’t get much sleep on the airplane due to the uncomfortable seat, the screaming babies and the playing children who loved the idea of traveling through time. When they passed around the meals Teagan looked at the barely edible looking food. She wouldn’t be surprised if something jumped up and ran around the cabin. Luckily nothing jumped up and Teagan only ate half the meal provided. “I think I proffer McDonalds over this.” She mumbled to herself. The person next to her agreed, and Teagan gave them a slight smile.
After twenty long hours of air time, the pane finally landed and everyone started to gather up their belongings. Teagan looked at a watch on her wrist. It read 6:31. She was sure that it was morning, and if it were any other day, she would be sleeping in bed or going off with her few friends to the beach to make fun of the people who only think they can surf.
She didn’t have any other bags than the backpack on her back. The rest of her luggage had been mailed to the school. Teagan walked out of the terminal and towards the exit. She pulled out a letter in her pocket, telling her that a staff member would come and pick her up to take her to the school.
Teagan looked at her ripped jeans, and short sleeve shirt. She noticed that everyone looked bundled up. She also noticed that her sun kissed skin looked different compared to the others in the airport. Teagan pulled a small coat out of her backpack and put it on. She looked out a window and she saw snow on the ground. Considering that she had just left a summer on Australia, she wasn’t excited about going out in the cold. Nonetheless, Teagan looked around reading the signs of names that were being held by relatives and friends. Not seeing her name, she double checked the letter and sighed, figuring that she had been forgotten.
