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Peas and Carrots Chapter 7 The next few days until Thursday seemed to take forever. I finally decided on something to wear: a purple shirt with baby blue rings on the sleeves and collar with Sailor Moon, an anime girl, on it, then just some jeans, my favourite pair of Silvers and my pratically molded to my feet Nike sandals. I didn't want to look over-dressed, but not sloppy, either. On Tuesday night I set my alarm clock for 6:30 a.m. so I could take a shower, do my hair, get all my last minute stuff ready, and head off to the airport with my mom. "Hey Mom," I asked as we were cramming out suitcases in the back of our new '98 VW Beetle, "Can I drive to the airport?" "I don't know, you've never driven on the Interstate before," Mom replied. "Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" I asked, giving her the "Bambi eyes" and pouting. "Oh alright, but you have to be extra careful, you never know what kind of weirdos are going to be driving." "Mom, it's 8:15 in the morning, all the weirdos are drunk or have hangovers now," I said as i hopped in the driver's seat. I loved that car, it was so friendly looking, always seeming to smile at you. It took forever to convince Mom to buy it since it was so new, but she finally caved in. As I backed out of the driveway, I almost hit our mailbox. "Be careful!" Mom shouted, now on the edge of her seat. "It's not MY fault, you're the one who has to park in the driveway at a funny angle," I replied. "I don't either!" Mom exclaimed. "Oh fine, it's all my fault, can we go now?" I asked impatiently. "Go ahead, be my guest," Mom replied. And with that we were off, radio blaring a Journey song. We found a place to park and grabbe our stuff. "Next stop, Florida!" I exclaimed, hurrying to the airport. "Gate 8, ok, good, it's one of the first ones," Mom said, looking at the tickets. "Okie dokie, Gate 8 it is," I said, looking for it. "Hey, can we take a moving sidewalk to it?" I asked. "A what?" Mom said, confused. "You know, like an escalator, only it's flat, like a sidewalk, and it moves you to your destination," I explained. "Oh! A people mover!" Mom laughed, realizing what I was talking about. "Sure, if we can find one that leads us closer to Gate 8." "Then we're in luck, ther's one right over there, to our left." "Good, my arms are getting tired, these bags are heavy." We made our way to Gate 8 and gave the receptionist lady behind the desk our tickets and put the luggage on the luggage belt. Soon after we boarded the plane and found our seats. We were only allowed one carry on bag each, so I took my school backpack from last year on with me. It had my discman, lots of batteries, a short book, and some magazines. I pulled out my discman and stuck some batteries in. I didn't want to watch the in-flight movie, because it was an old, cheesy movie. The meal on the flight was hardly what I would call food, but I was hungry, so I ate it. After a while, I looked out my window and noticed that the cars and buildings were getting closer and larger. We must be getting ready to land soon. Mom had fallen asleep during the flight, althought I don't see how she could with all the turbulance. "Mom," I said as I nudged her, "we're there, wake up." "Hmmmm?" she said groggily. "Oh, we're here, good, I was beginning to think the flight would never end." We got off the plane and got our luggage. After we got that done, we began to look for someone who might resemble a body guard. After searching through the crowd of people waiting to greet
friends or family who were on the plane, we saw a large, muscular man with a sign that said "Kathy and Andrea." We figured this was the guy we were looking for. |