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¨Sasha,¨ my trembling voice whispered to my best friend's sleeping form, ¨Sasha, Sasha, Sasha¨. I continue to whisper-yell her name and was about to start pinching her until she whipped around and started yelling at me ¨What, Alice! what could you possibly want now, I´m trying to sleep, I woke up at four thirty to get ready and I want to be left alone.¨ she says and then turns back around. Her bloodshot eyes are starting to close as she settles back down in her sleep and starts ignoring me again. I look at her in shock, it was her idea to get the earliest flight so we could get to the dorm and explore the shops and get settled in. I turn to look away but then my eyes get big because I remembered I was right by the window and Sasha seemed to forget that I was afraid of heights. I break out in a cold sweat and start to hyperventilate and look across Sasha into the rows and catch myself looking at Jack, as if he can tell someone is looking at him he looks up then turns his head at me and makes eye contact and I quickly look down. ¨Alice, are you okay.¨ Jack softly asks me. I look up into his big slanted almond shaped eyes that are looking at me quizzically, blush and quickly look down at my feet. ¨...Um,... yeah, I´m alright¨ my trembling voice now not related to my fear of heights. “Are you tired, Alice?” Jack asks me questionably with a confused expression on his face. “Yes! I'm tired really, really tired.” Tired, I think to myself, Really Alice that was the best you can come

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