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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Love / Romance / Dating
- Published: 11/02/2015
My first flight. Words couldn't express how excited I was for my first flight. Most people would be so stressed to go through security and baggage then wait on a plane to their destination. But I was thrilled. I'd been saving for this for weeks. Months.
Most nineteen year old's are out at college or going on dates and partying. Not me. No, I'm sitting on the first plane to France. I loved learning French and I am rather fluent in it. My parent on the other hand think I should be doing something more with my life. Instead of going to experience something real they want me to experience an expensive college and want me to enter more applications to win scholarships. “Claire you’re smarter than this. Go to college first. Some new life experiences.” My father had told me before I left.
This was new experience.
I went aboard the airplane sitting in my spot B22. The seats slowly fill up. Well except one beside me. 'Nice, all to myself', I thought. But that thought was broken when someone sat next to me. I was perfectly content sitting by the window waiting to look down at the earth below. I didn’t even take a glance at the person sitting next to me, which probably came off as rude.
The moments passed and we were lifted into the air. I took a deep breath realizing how high we were. I quickly shut the blind and looked at the seat in front of me. "First flight?" A deep voice said next to me. I jumped a little realizing there was still a person next to me. "Um yeah." I tried my best not to mumble. I was shy all through my childhood and that trait hasn't seemed to leave.
The person next to me chuckled. I glanced over. Dark curls sat on the top of his head and the most inviting blue eyes I've ever seen. I couldn't help but blush. Not the he's-so-cute blush. No, an embarrassed shy blush.
Little did I know that we would be on the same flight when I come home and then he'd be at my favorite coffee shop all the time. It was the beginning of something new. Something called love.
Airplanes(Alyssa Edgington)
My first flight. Words couldn't express how excited I was for my first flight. Most people would be so stressed to go through security and baggage then wait on a plane to their destination. But I was thrilled. I'd been saving for this for weeks. Months.
Most nineteen year old's are out at college or going on dates and partying. Not me. No, I'm sitting on the first plane to France. I loved learning French and I am rather fluent in it. My parent on the other hand think I should be doing something more with my life. Instead of going to experience something real they want me to experience an expensive college and want me to enter more applications to win scholarships. “Claire you’re smarter than this. Go to college first. Some new life experiences.” My father had told me before I left.
This was new experience.
I went aboard the airplane sitting in my spot B22. The seats slowly fill up. Well except one beside me. 'Nice, all to myself', I thought. But that thought was broken when someone sat next to me. I was perfectly content sitting by the window waiting to look down at the earth below. I didn’t even take a glance at the person sitting next to me, which probably came off as rude.
The moments passed and we were lifted into the air. I took a deep breath realizing how high we were. I quickly shut the blind and looked at the seat in front of me. "First flight?" A deep voice said next to me. I jumped a little realizing there was still a person next to me. "Um yeah." I tried my best not to mumble. I was shy all through my childhood and that trait hasn't seemed to leave.
The person next to me chuckled. I glanced over. Dark curls sat on the top of his head and the most inviting blue eyes I've ever seen. I couldn't help but blush. Not the he's-so-cute blush. No, an embarrassed shy blush.
Little did I know that we would be on the same flight when I come home and then he'd be at my favorite coffee shop all the time. It was the beginning of something new. Something called love.
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