Monday, January 23, 2017
Prom Night Memories
Its the unfairness onwards I go to Atlanta and I am beyond excited. My escapism is earlier in the morning and I am so doctor to go. I impedimented my flight once more before I go to fanny and I noticed rather of my flight saying a.m., it says p.m. At this moment I am livid, my head felt same an erupting volcano and I rescue no one to charge but myself. Luckily my grandfather works for Fort Lauderdale Hollywood International Airport and he told me that he would fix it in the morning. That delivers me feel a gnomish better but it tranquil makes me feel like Im walking on egg shells because I beginnert k instantly what to expect. I force myself to sleep because in a matter of arcminutes I will see my boyfriend, point ready for prom, and give the nighttime of my life.\nI woke up at 5:00 a.m. and sit up in my bed laborious to blink through the darkness of my room. As of right now I am having tangled emotions, I am excited, anxious, and nauseous at the same time. I find up, get polished and check my bag to make sure I concur everything in it. When we get to the aerodrome we immediately go to destination cardinal and talk to the promoter at the Delta desk. She utter that at that place were a lot of flights going away to Atlanta and she put me on the first one, however I was on standby. That is the absolute flog was way to fly, especially when you deem important activities to tend to. I get through security system and make my way to portal D7. I immediately go to the monitor to look for my throw on the standby flights and I got bumped several times so now I have to wait for the next flight. I fell asleep and was wake up an hour or two later by the flavor of bagels and fresh coffee. I was school term there for another hour and a half. My grandpa came to check on me, shortly later on he arrived the woman at the front desk called my name. I jumped up and did a run-walk to the counter and she conscious me that I was cleared to get on the flight. I got my ticket, said goodbye to my grandpa and proceeded to the skip. When the plane landed I was ...
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