The plane ride
I'm currently on the airplane waiting to land. Life is gonna be hard moving back to London again. My life has been different ever since I moved to the states because of my dad's new job. I lived in London until the age of twelve and stayed in LA for two years. I am now fourteen years old turning fifteen next month. "Alaya we are landing in forty minutes" my mother told me.
"Ok" I replied.
All of a sudden, a boy who looked about my age walked over to me.
"Hello, do you mind if I take a seat here?" he asked in his British accent.
"No, not at all" I responded.
He had light brown hair with green eyes.
He sat down next to me and smiled. I put my headphones in and stared out of the window.
"Wow, " I thought, "I miss London and I wish that I could have stayed a little longer, its just that-" I was cut off by an air hostess.
"Can I get you guys anything?" she asked.
"Yeah actually, may I have a coke?" I smiled.
she responded with a glare and from that moment I realized that by saying 'you guys' she meant him, typical.
"And you sir?" she smiled.
"Well yes, I would like you to fix your attitude and start being more nicer, acting like that won't get you anywhere, oh and a chocolate bar would be nice as well" he said.
she replied with a whatever and left.
I smirked.
"Thank you" I said quietly.
"No problem" he said.
I continued to look out of the window until my coke arrived.
"Here is your coke," the nice girl handed me my coke, " and here is your chocolate bar" she handed him the bar.
We thanked her.
"By the way sorry for Megan over there shes a little..." the girl paused.
" Rude, mean, disrespectful, unprofessional and idiotic?" the boy responded.
"yeah" the girl chuckled.
We all laughed.
She soon left and I continued to look out of the window.
