Chapter Two: Time For Me To Fly

                                    

                                          
I woke up, got out of bed, and then checked the time. SHIT! I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE FLIGHT!
    I rushed outside of my room and looked at Tessa, who is still half asleep in her agonizingly pink-colored room. Everything is pink, including the wall. It's such a good thing she chips in for half the rent. I shook her body back and forth like a newly delivered Amazon package.
    "GET UP TESS!" I shouted into her ear. "We're going to be late for our flight!"
    It was 6:45. The flight takes off at 8:45. Our apartment is forty-five minutes away from the airport. Surely, we're late.
    After I said that, Tessa's eyes lit up and then she turned her head toward the clock, immediately standing out of her bed. She revealed her Jonas Brothers underwear. I screamed, rushing back to my room before those underwear traumatized me.


I ran into my room, accidentally falling off my legs and onto the floor. I went into my slide-in closet and took out a red T-shirt and then opened up my dresser drawers to grab a pair of black jeans, ripped to nonexistence. 
    "Jess," Tessa shouted. "WE NEED TO HEAD OUT NOW IF WE WANT OUR SEATS!"
    I aggressively put on the jeans and the shirt, rushing out of the house with my suitcase. I ran into my room, accidentally falling off my legs and onto the floor. I went into my slide-in closet and took out a red T-shirt and then opened up my dresser drawers to grab a pair of black jeans, ripped to nonexistence.
    "Jess," Tessa shouted. "WE NEED TO HEAD OUT NOW IF WE WANT OUR SEATS!"
    I aggressively put on the jeans and the shirt, rushing out of the house with my suitcase.


Driving to the airport, I notice Tessa playing around with her phone, switching from song to song like her life depended on it. I narrowed my eyes toward her as if to tell her to stop. She was too busy flipping through the songs to tell me.
    "Which one do I play?" Tessa exclaimed, continuously scrolling through more songs.
    The Jonas Brothers playlist she has is always the one she is scrolling through when we are on car drives like this. The songs aren't the same, at least. 
    "I don't know," I replied to her. "You choose.
    After a while of scrolling through the playlist, she finally chose song. It's so repetitive I wish to rip my ears out every time she takes charge of the aux cord.
"THIS IS AN SOS!!" Tessa started screaming the song lyrics at the top of her lungs. "DON'T WANNA SECOND GUESS!!"
    She sounded like a cat being wrapped into a blanket, unable to find a way out of there. I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and then continued on driving until we finally arrived.


We rushed to the front of the airport, grabbing our suitcases and then going through security.
    After going through security, we kept running down to the waiting room with the airline destinations on the screen. The opening to go through is opening number two, to the left of where Tessa and I are sitting. 
We looked toward the screen and our flight finally appeared. We rushed to the door and the flight attendant looked at us like we ambushed, or jump scared her.