One for today! ^_^
I looked around, for my seat, K13. Angela already found her seat.
"I'll meet toi once we are out of the plane." Angela told me.
I smiled. "Sure thing."
I took my seat, and settled. I got the window seat. I took out the book, Wuthering Heights and began reading. So far, no one took the siège suivant to me. I'm praying that I'll have this row to myself. I wasn't the talkative type, and I like to have privacy. But then I groaned quietly when a girl took a siège nect to me. She was about my age, but was like an average teenager. She wore makeup, lots of jewelry, and wore designer clothings.
I rolled my eyes and continued reading, ignoring her. Once the airplane doors were closed, the announcer told everyone to turn off all electronics and showed the safety procedures. The girl suivant to me turned off her cell and looked at me. I continued reading, as if she wasn't even there.
"Well hello." the girl sneered while making a grin. I rolled my eyes.
"Hi." I said, a little annoyed that I had to sit suivant to this brat for the whole flight. But then the airplane took off in the air, stopping to conversation for a few minutes.
"What's your name?" she asked, with a softer tone.
I sighed.
"Bella."
"My name is Lauren." she said.
"Nice to meet you." I murmured.
"Where are toi headed? Well, I know that toi are headed to Juneau, but where are toi going in Alsaska?" she asked curiously.
"I'm going to the université of Alaska." I told her, without meeting her eyes.
Then her eyes were wide with shock, and her lips where squished into a straight line. I was wondering why she was reacting like this.
"What?" I asked her annoyed, that she continued staring at me.
"It turns out we are going to meet each other plus than I thought." she growled.
This time my mouth dropped.
"You are going to the Univeristy of Alaska?" I asked her with shock.
"Is that any of your business?" she asked.
My eyes turned curious.
"No, but it's funny, I met someone who is also going to the université of Alaska." I said.
"Who is this person?" Lauren asked.
"Her name is Angela. She is also on this flight." I said.
Then her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Is this 'Angela' wearing glasses, and has brown eyes and hair?" she asked.
"Umm... yes." I told her, a little shocked, did she know this girl?
"Angela Weber is going to college with me!?!?" she shreaked.
Then everyone was staring at us. I blushed in embarrassment.
"Be quiet! Everyone is staring at us!" I whispered to her.
She took deep breaths and calmed down. The sign a dit it's allowable to remove your siège belts.
Then I heard something stomping towards us.
"I know who a dit my name, I can recognize that voice anywhere." I heard Angela say.
Lauren took off her siège ceinture and stood up, right in front of Angela.
"Lauren Mallory." Angela said, while folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Angela Weber." Lauren said, while doing the exact same thing as Angela.
I was staring at them in confusion. Did they know each other from High School? I stared at them, along with other passengers, wondering what's going on.
I looked around, for my seat, K13. Angela already found her seat.
"I'll meet toi once we are out of the plane." Angela told me.
I smiled. "Sure thing."
I took my seat, and settled. I got the window seat. I took out the book, Wuthering Heights and began reading. So far, no one took the siège suivant to me. I'm praying that I'll have this row to myself. I wasn't the talkative type, and I like to have privacy. But then I groaned quietly when a girl took a siège nect to me. She was about my age, but was like an average teenager. She wore makeup, lots of jewelry, and wore designer clothings.
I rolled my eyes and continued reading, ignoring her. Once the airplane doors were closed, the announcer told everyone to turn off all electronics and showed the safety procedures. The girl suivant to me turned off her cell and looked at me. I continued reading, as if she wasn't even there.
"Well hello." the girl sneered while making a grin. I rolled my eyes.
"Hi." I said, a little annoyed that I had to sit suivant to this brat for the whole flight. But then the airplane took off in the air, stopping to conversation for a few minutes.
"What's your name?" she asked, with a softer tone.
I sighed.
"Bella."
"My name is Lauren." she said.
"Nice to meet you." I murmured.
"Where are toi headed? Well, I know that toi are headed to Juneau, but where are toi going in Alsaska?" she asked curiously.
"I'm going to the université of Alaska." I told her, without meeting her eyes.
Then her eyes were wide with shock, and her lips where squished into a straight line. I was wondering why she was reacting like this.
"What?" I asked her annoyed, that she continued staring at me.
"It turns out we are going to meet each other plus than I thought." she growled.
This time my mouth dropped.
"You are going to the Univeristy of Alaska?" I asked her with shock.
"Is that any of your business?" she asked.
My eyes turned curious.
"No, but it's funny, I met someone who is also going to the université of Alaska." I said.
"Who is this person?" Lauren asked.
"Her name is Angela. She is also on this flight." I said.
Then her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Is this 'Angela' wearing glasses, and has brown eyes and hair?" she asked.
"Umm... yes." I told her, a little shocked, did she know this girl?
"Angela Weber is going to college with me!?!?" she shreaked.
Then everyone was staring at us. I blushed in embarrassment.
"Be quiet! Everyone is staring at us!" I whispered to her.
She took deep breaths and calmed down. The sign a dit it's allowable to remove your siège belts.
Then I heard something stomping towards us.
"I know who a dit my name, I can recognize that voice anywhere." I heard Angela say.
Lauren took off her siège ceinture and stood up, right in front of Angela.
"Lauren Mallory." Angela said, while folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Angela Weber." Lauren said, while doing the exact same thing as Angela.
I was staring at them in confusion. Did they know each other from High School? I stared at them, along with other passengers, wondering what's going on.
