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((Sorry I haven't written in a while. I went on my class DC trip, which I will put various actual moments for it in this story.))

I walk downstairs to see my dad unpacking wine glasses, and my uncle flirting with the cable guy (yes, my uncle is gay). I hop onto on of the bar stools and look around the kitchen. There is a wall seperating it from the dining room, with circular windows in it, and saloon style doors. Very fancy for dinner parties, when you want the food to be a complete surprise.

"What's up Kiddo?" my dad asked, leaning onto the marble counter, propping his head up with his hands.

"Just thinking about the new school," I replied.

"Right, I forgot to tell you," he started, and I looked up to accquire eye contact. "Listen, Kiddo, your mom has been planning this house for a while. And it was always a plan to move in when she was finished. She didn't want to tell anybody, just in case it didn't work out. But I looked into your new school and found out they're having a trip to Washington DC this weekend."

"So I'm not even going to school? I have to stay home until everyone gets back?"

"No, I signed you up when I found out."

"So, that's when I'll meet everyone, on a plane?"

"Better than at school, right?"

"Yeah, so do I even have to unpack?"

"Well, to the best of your ability. It's only for a few days, you'll make loads of friends."

Without saying another word, I run up to my room and collapse on my bed. Remember how I told you I'm afriad of heights. Yeah, I'm not good in airplanes. Especially if they're going all the way across the country.

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The day of the plane ride, I was freaking out. My uncle had ran a spa for me, my mom, my sister, and even a few of the old ladies down the road. It didn't hurt, but it didn't make anything better. I agree I calmed down a little bit though.

Anyway, I walk into the aiport. And I don't see anyone around my age. So I got my ticket, went through security and sat down at a chair at the gate. Just a few minutes before boarding, I look up and see a few adults, and about twenty kids running up, tickets in hand, backpacks practically flying behind them.

A teacher came up to me, looked at my backpack (the tour gave us matching backpacks), and held out her hand. Confused, I shook it.

"I'm Mrs. Berns, you must be May," I nodded, then everyone boarded the plane.

I got a window seat, next to a girl that looked fairly friendly, on the other side of her was a girl who looked like she hadn't taken a shower in months. I put my headphones on loud, and tried to fall asleep, hoping I would be able to sleep for the non-stop seven hour flight.

But no. The girl taps me on the shoulder, and I take my headphones off. "Do you want to sit in my seat?" She asked me.

"Why?" I asked her back.

"My dad is sitting over there, and I want to sit by him. The guy over there is willing to switch, but only if her gets window seat."

I look over to the next aisle, and I saw a dream come true. There, leaning over an aduly man (I'm guessing that was the girl's dad), was a mop heade guy, in an FBI sweater and cap, with the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. Without really thinking anything through, I meekly nodded my head.

((Well my mom is pretty much yelling at me to get off the computer, so I'll leave it at this for now. Here's the things that actually occured on my trip. The matching backpacks and having to switch spots and sit with the guy I like. Everything else is the character. I am not afraid of heights, I love flying, and I already knew all of these people, and I actually carpooled with two of my best friends, so I wasn't sitting alone at the gate. :]))