Private Jet Trip Waking up with a flush of air from an opening door, my brother barged hastily into my bedroom with a phone to his ear. He said, “dad wants to talk to you” Still comprehending what exactly was going on I looked at my alarm clock which reads eight in the morning. My brother held the phone outwards towards me, so I grasped it from him and held it to my ear. My dad said, “do you want to get the chance to ride in a private jet down to Brownsville (Texas).” I told him, “well, doesn't mom want to go?” He replied, “she needs to tend the baby and she (the baby) is too young to travel.” I said, “okay.” He said, “ alright, make sure you help mom get the boys out the door.” I had no idea …show more content…
I didn't know what he was doing but soon I realized he was helping us. After the man grabbed the baggage I walked towards the entrance of the jet. As I was climbing in I looked over and the pilot now holding the suitcases asked my mom, “is this all they will need for the trip?” It was a little embarrassing but I decided not to ponder it too much. The pilot set them in small storage compartment near the rear tale rotor and closed it. As I climbed in I saw my aunt and five of her children waiting for us. We manage to drive here just in the nick of time so they shouldn't have been waiting too long. But what struck me the most was the interior of the plane. The leather seats and carpet were a light tan color and dark brown polished wood trimmed around the seating. Handles for seating adjustments seat belts and nozzles that control air quality were all gold highlighted. There were two small TV screens on both ends of the room presenting flight information and map location. Two seats sat parallel to the plane in the back and four seats stood perpendicular with a table. There could have been a tenth seat just off the side of the bathroom but there was a
time he plans on going home and visiting his family. When he arrives his mother asks
I kept my cool because I knew that the first-class passengers like us were always helped first. After finding two life belts, we were herded along with many others up to the deck.
“Boys! Come here please.” My younger brothers, Xavier and Dominic, came running out and into the living room. Once everyone was together I asked my mom what was going on.
I didn't answer my phone, but that just made it ring more. So, after awhile of it continuously ringing, I pulled my purple cell phone from my jeaned pocket. Checking the screen, I noticed that the person that kept calling was none other than, my mom. Pressing the talk button, I answered the phone.
the plane was lying here, on the beach, with us. It was a very strange
I called my husband and told him that I am coming back and reuniting with the family. There was a knock and it was Auto, Jack, and Jenny. My mind reeled back onto Jack alias David tattoos. According to his tattoos one of them says Sandy with knife going through. So, I guess next in the plane was ME!
My father asked, “you guys should go into the building to go to the bathroom,”
Crazy Haley steps in, that’s the other half of my brain that spits out outrageous ideas, and my options became endless. I thought to myself, an airplane could literally take us anywhere… right? That sudden dream soon became a reality when I pulled out my
I remember when we used to carry our luggage out on the tarmac and hand it to the man loading the luggage. It was like getting on a Greyhound bus back then. Now we are subjected to verifying our identification and boarding passes ...
When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad, to
4:30 a.m. the phone buzzes on the corner of my bed. Squinting at the color I.D. it was my sister desperately telling me to wake up. I hung up and immediately fell back asleep, but the phone rang again immediately; once again, it was my sister calling. This time she was stricter, telling me she was in the hospital. I quickly gathered my things, and within the next 10 minutes, I was on my way.
“Flaca, smile!” My dad was trying to take a selfie of the two of us with the amazing view. The picture captured my fear since I was still scared of the “what if.”
Throughout someone’s life they will go to many places with their family, friends, another relatives. I have been on a few vacations that have made a lasting impact on my life. But one of the most memorable vacations I have experienced was with my cousins. I went to goa beach. Most of you probably don’t know about that beach but it is a very famous one in south India. I enjoyed myself to the fullest. The beach environment was enlightening. I would not have wanted to take this trip with anyone other than my cousins. We had a great time on the ocean sands and swimming in the ocean everyday made this vacation unforgettable.
The house phone started to ring. “We have a house phone?” I questioned myself rubbing my eyes giving off a weary sigh. When did I fall asleep? I headed downstairs and it stopped. Again it rang and I guessed it was on the bottom shelf hence lack of usage. Pulling off the dusty cloth I grasped the telephone and answered.
It was the phone. The phone sang its tone throughout the house. No one reacted but my mother. Nothing was abnormal. I might have heard my mother whisper