I looked over at my phone trying to see what time it is only to realize that it's already 2am and I have yet to get any sleep. Grabbing my phone and slowly sliding out of bed so I don't wake up Heather I head downstairs.
After an hour my timer went off and I decided to get ready and wake everyone up. My mom wakes up fairly easy and she went to get ready.
But Heather she's a whole different story. I love her but for what she did the other morning revenge seems in order. So being the person I am I grabbed her and threw her of the bed without the blanket.
She hissed in pain and looked up at me ready to try and throw me back. It wasn't gonna work out she stands at a whopping 155cm (5'1) while I am around 176cm (5'8).
I smirked "What you gonna do short stuff?"
A pillow was then hurled at my face.
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[In the car]
Heather: "Our flight is at 8am why did we leave so early?"
Grabbing a pillow she snuggled up against the window.
Me: "Just because you're late to everything doesn't mean we're keeping that trend. We like to be early."
I rolled my eyes.
That's my best friend for you. Late to everything, fun to be around, and honestly despite the fact that we're complete opposites we get along really well. She's hard to handle and a little clingy but it's fine. Out of anyone in the world she believes in me most. Sort of like a mom, I know if anything happened she would be there first.
Smiling slightly I look out the window to see the airport in view. People coming in and out like ants at a factory. The sound of sighs and madness. Everything I ever wanted in an airport.
[6:21]
It feels like we've been standing in this line forever when it's actually only been around 20 minutes. I'm actually the only one standing here still, my mom got to go to the front of the line for unknown reasons. While Heather has a diabetic pump that can't go through scanners so she gets a free pass too.
And you know, you would think they would wait for me. But no that was not the case. They went and got drinks without me.
[6:50]
When I got to the front of line I happened to be put in the weird security guys line. He seems to like to do "extra inspection" to the girls. Even if he's good looking being a creep is universal. With that I swear if he does anything he shouldn't be scared of losing a hand.
The guy did everything normal so I thought all way good until the end where he said "We need to throughly search you because of the increase in bomb activity in the area." You could tell this guy had a slight smirk on his face. As if he won. But honestly who uses that excuse? How come the guy before didn't get bomb searched. And how come I haven't heard of this bomb activity? Nope not happening.
"Actually sir I have already passed through the machine and nothing weird was detected at all. You have no reasonable cause to try and throughly check me. But if you really want to don't be shocked when you lose a hand in the process." I smiled at him took my luggage and walked away simply ignoring the glare he was giving me from behind.
[7:50]
"Flight 270 is now boarding to Incheon South Korea. Please grab your bags and board now."
Me, Heather and my mom got up. The glass window glistened with the newly risen sun at its side. Stoping for a moment I thought about how I would be in Korea this time tomorrow. It's almost unbelievable. You know I can drink there? My sorrows will be no longer.
I laughed as Heather ran over and grabbed my arm to pull me on the plane.
Heather: "If you keep zoning out your brain will get damaged." She smiled
How does that make sense.
I laughed handing my ticket the the attendant.
Looking back one more time I smiled.
A new start.