We were standing in the airport in Aruba, and at that moment I had no idea how we got into that mess. Our clothes were drenched; each one of our faces exhibited emotional distress.
“What are we going to do, guys?” I asked, hoping that someone will respond with a bright idea. But no one did; we all just stood there.
A FEW DAYS BEFORE
It was the night of prom and everyone was getting in their limos to leave. Normally everyone takes a trip to wildwood for a couple nights after, fortunately, my friends and I had saved up money to travel somewhere exotic. It wasn’t until recently when we decided to go to Aruba.
We all piled up into the limo; it was Will, David, Frank, Brian, Ashley, Agi, Saniyah, Nick, Ashley’s brother, and me. I don’t know why he was coming with us, but I think Ashley’s mom was making her bring him. Anyway, I could tell we were going to have so much because everyone was overjoyed and could not wait until we got to the airport. The whole car ride there we were blasting music and singing. I can’t even remember a time where I was this happy. There was nothing that could bring down my mood.
After what seemed like forever, we finally arrived at the airport. It was such a long line to check in our bags, but our flight was at 10pm and we had some time to spare. By the time we got to security, we were in good shape. I always hated going through security and having to take my shoes off and my belt; it was always a lug. Everyone got through security, except for me. I waited for the signal to walk through, but it never happened. The security guard motioned towards me when talking to another guard. I couldn’t hear anything they were saying, but I assumed it had something to do with my bags. I hadn’t brought anything danger...
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...ed. Those words were followed with a bunch of nasty words from Taylor, Kevin, and Bill. But, they were soon escorted out by security guards.
So there we were. We were in the middle of an airport of a country we’ve never been to, we were drenched, we lost all our belongings, and we had no money. Suddenly, all those happy thoughts about being rescued had been shot down.
We were standing in the airport in Aruba, and at that moment I had no idea how we got into that mess. Our clothes were drenched; each one of our faces exhibited emotional distress.
“What are we going to do, guys?” I asked, hoping that someone will respond with a bright idea. But no one did; we all just stood there.
All of a sudden, Nick pulled out a wallet.
“What’s that?” Agi questioned.
“Bill Gates wallet, we are rich!” And that’s when I realized what Nick had been doing that night on the beach.
I was smiling and laughing while many on the plane were vomiting. This was the most fun I’d had on a flight, but not everyone seemed to share my excitement. They had good reason for anxiety; we had endured a turbulent, and were now circling Columbus unable to land. This started my experience at Winter Guard International World Championships in my junior year.
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
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