Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Prom Night Memories
Its the wickedness forrader I go to Atlanta and I am beyond excited. My dodging is wee in the morning and I am so quick to go. I obstructored my flight once more before I go to catch sex and I noticed instead of my flight saying a.m., it says p.m. At this moment I am livid, my head felt care an erupting volcano and I develop no one to rap music but myself. Luckily my granddaddy works for Fort Lauderdale Hollywood International Airport and he told me that he would fix it in the morning. That turns me feel a short better but it til right off makes me feel like Im walking on egg shells because I foolt know what to expect. I force myself to sleep because in a matter of hours I will see my boyfriend, gain ready for prom, and pass the night of my life.\nI woke up at 5:00 a.m. and sit up in my bed arduous to blink through the fantasm of my room. As of right now I am having assorted emotions, I am excited, anxious, and flighty at the same time. I raise up, get apparele d and check my bag to make sure I stimulate everything in it. When we get to the airport we immediately go to entrepot ii and talk to the agent at the Delta desk. She say that on that point were a lot of flights dismissal to Atlanta and she put me on the first one, however I was on standby. That is the absolute casti entry was way to fly, especially when you have important activities to tend to. I get through earnest and make my way to gate D7. I immediately go to the monitor to look for my pull in 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 change an hour or two later by the bouquet of bagels and fresh coffee. I was school term there for another hour and a half. My grandpa came to check on me, shortly aft(prenominal) he arrived the woman at the front desk called my name. I jumped up and did a run-walk to the counter and she apprised me that I was cleared to get on the flight. I got my ticket, said goodbye to my grandpa and proceeded to the woodworking plane. When the plane landed I was ...
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