My Vacation - Original Writing

I rushed over to check in and retrieve my boarding pass. Lately a lot of planes have been going missing, which is all I could think about the whole time. “Flight 23 is now boarding.” I carried my carry on baggage onto the plane. I looked down at my boarding pass and realized that I was already at my seat. There was a man sitting in my designated seat. I was too nervous about the flight to even question him. I sat down next to him. I looked out the window and noticed in the distance that dark cumulus clouds were being formed. There was a strong wind that hit my side of the plane, furiously shaking the whole aircraft. Having hope was the only thing that came to mind every time negative thoughts would

The pilot said, “Ready for take off!” I was dreading those words and the day in which I had to leave everything behind. How could I leave Colombia? My house? My family? My friends? My whole life?

“Mom knock it off, I’m going to be fine, there’s nothing to worry about!” I said.

You are in an airport waiting for your plane to arrive. You've never flown before, and are more terrified than you can ever remember being. Everyone has told you the supposedly comforting statistics - "millions of planes take off each day and there's only a handful of crashes," "flying is safer than driving." You know rationally that there is no reason to be so scared, but regardless your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and you're light-headed. Simply the thought of being up in the air, out of control, makes you feel faint. Finally the flight attendant announces that your plane has arrived. But as all the other passengers line up to get onboard, you grab your luggage and walk straight out of the airport,

“Aiden,” my mom said, “there’s too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety.”

The air was balmy and humid, and I was still wearing my jacket from Washington which suffocated me now. As the airplane unloaded, I waited anxiously, tapping my feet like a drummer keeping rhythm to a silent song only I could hear. It was December 25th, 2013, and I had not seen my nephew since July when he had returned to New Mexico to start school. Now it was Christmas break, though, and I had a huge Christmas surprise waiting for him.

As I peered over my brother’s blue cushion seat on the steadily flying airplane heading back to Charlotte, but first to a connecting flight in New York, a monotone, scratchy voice comes over the barely audible intercom saying, “We are going to have to stay calm, a bomb threat could possibly be happening.” My steadily beating heart increased to the point where my head was going fuzzy and my vision blurry. I was slowly, but definitely, freaking out as the seats began to mush into one small space. I couldn’t move.

During the time that I got to Washington D.C I noticed how big this airport was. The D.C airport was so hug you would need to take a train to get to the other side. After exiting the plane I quickly took out my plane ticket to check what time my next flight would be. In the process of reading the paper it told me my last flight would be leaving in one hour I quickly got my belongings on hand and walked to my gate. Once arriving at my gate I realized i was 35 minutes early felt relieved. I started to feel more relaxed and sat down to rest. 10 to 20 minutes went by and the flight providers came on the intercoms and started informing the passengers who were waiting to board the plane that there was a slight delay to the flight. As the flight provider

Grey chairs. People walking in a fast pace. Intercoms announcing flight times. Grey clouds. Those were the images I remember five years ago when i was at the airport crying. I did not want to leave but i had to. The last moment i had with my mom was very heart breaking. I can see my mom trying hard not to cry before letting me go. But as her oldest daughter, it was really hard and tears started streaming down her face as I entered the doors towards the waiting area of the airport. As I walked inside, I kept turning my head looking back at my mom and waving goodbye. I started crying, but I know I can’t do anything. I’m already on my way to a different country, miles and miles away from my mom. Moving to the U.S. was one of the obstacles of

My grandpa told me to be safe and his mustache tickled as he kissed my cheek. I hugged and kissed my grandma then walked to the line. A sign and security employee directed me to place my backpack on a x-ray conveyor then walk through the gate. On the other side was my escort who would take me to the plane. She brought me to the plane and I boarded before the other passengers. I relaxed until the first passengers arrived. I quietly listened to their conversations and waited for the passengers who would sit next to me in the center isle. The doors were shut and still my row was empty except for me.

This was the most terrifying day I’ve experienced, even though it should have been exciteful. As we awaited our plane I thought of every imaginable thing that could go wrong during our flight. It felt like an eternity as we waited, our plane arrived and we boarded. Of course the way our flight worked, we got the smallest plane possible and I was seperated from my grandma and cousin. I was worried at first but then I calmed quickly. Our first flight was about 2 hours long, and I thought we would never land, my legs were frozen and numb from sitting for so long. We finally had reached Dallas, Texas We got off the plane and the airport was gigantic and beautiful. As we were finding our next gate, we walked up and down the halls, there was every fast food restaurant you could think of; McDonald’s of course, Chick-fil-a, Panda Express, and so many more. Our gate was across the airport, we had to get on a automatic train and I literally mean automatic. There was no driver and it was on its own track, I thought this

We proceeded through the security section of the airport and subsequently located our gate. As we waited, my sisters and I marveled at the planes taking off and landing behind the large transparent windows. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, it was time to board the plane. Soon afterwards, I found myself drowning in a sea of tiredness. I woke up to an air-hostess offering a tray of food—pretzels, bread, butter and some fruit salad. I devoured the meal to realize that the plane would reach London’s Heathrow Airport in a mere thirty minutes. After the plane landed, we followed the same pattern of going through security, locating our gate and waiting at our terminal. However, to our surprise, a ticket agent revealed that our flight to Dallas had been cancelled due to adverse weather conditions. He

It was the first of June. The sun was shining brightly and there was the flavor of joy, happiness, and vacations in the air. I breathed it and truly felt how my body overwhelmed with the freedom and desire to move the mountains in the pursuit of great vacations. I planned my summer holidays during the whole year, and I knew for sure that it had to be a marvelous time spent with friends, ocean, sunshine, fresh fruits, and disco parties. My mother has changed everything that day. She decided that charity was the best thing, which I could do in the summer, and enrolled me to the special program, aimed at attending the elderly homes and assisting senior people there.

“Let 's go, Mom!” I was ecstatic. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest. I was double and triple checking that I had everything. Let 's see, I brought my clothes, pajamas,

The airport terminal was quiet. Too early for travel. My mom sat on my right, and my dad on my left. The anticipation was like a heavy blanket, covering us, adding to the silence. My dad’s never been a big fan of travel, he tends to get antsy. He gets up to pace for the second time. Both my grandma’s are following him with their eyes. We still had an hour till we boarded, so there we sat. Waiting.