My Vacation - Original Writing

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

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

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,

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?

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

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

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

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.

‘I came over to make sure you got back okay,’ she said. ‘I was worried.’

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

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH look out for the plane.” I heard many coworkers scream in fear. So I look out the big, shiny window behind me and the plane is heading right for us. I run out of my office.

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

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.

“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,