We went through security.....and my littlest sister forgot her backpack.....at Burger King. I groaned and hit her over the head calling her an idiot ((I didn't actually do this.)) She called it an accident and blah blah blah blah blah. The lady who was pushing our grandma in a wheel chair volunteered to go get it. It was very nice of her but of my sister? No. very very mean. This is the beginning of my pent up frustration.

((Haha so I added the paragraph above. This is where I actually started writing.)) Ugh I'm so FRICKIN frustrated rn. So we are in the airport right about to board the plane, so I am trying to really quickly check my messages to make some last goodbyes cuz I wouldn't be on wattpad for what 4-5 killing hours. And dad tells me to turn my phone off, so I'm already buzzed at this. I turn it off and he tells me to get my sister, which I did. I turn it back on for literally 3 FRICKIN seconds to check what percent it was on and then my dad gets pissed at me. "Shut it off." He said and I did what he said. "No, shut it down." And I asked why because right when I get on the plane, I'm just going to use it again. "Shut it down." He repeated. I rolled my eyes and shut it down. "Now put it away." I asked why again. "Put IT away." I swore in my head and put it in my back pack.

He lectured me for 2 minutes on how I can't walk into the plane and find my seat with my phone in my hand.....REALLY?! WHAT THE ACTUALLY HECK?! I can walk and have my phone in my hand at the same FRICKIN time.

Then in the plane we were right in behind the first class people, so I didn't get a tray directly in front of me. I was going to draw and stuff on the plane so this just added to the bomb in my head. I searched around and saw that in the arm rests that it had a try in it....and if only turned one way...the way my grandma was, not me. My other sister found the same thing and being the dumbass I am, I couldn't. So I was asked my sister to switch seats and since she is so stubborn (cuz she is the complete opposite of me) she said no because she wanted the window seat. I was like...SERIOUSLY?! YOU CANT SWITCH BECAUSE YOU WANT THE FRICKIN WINDOW SEAT?! REALLY?! So all this pent up frustration finally got to me and I cried.....on the plane....with my hair braided to the side....just perfect. I COULDNT KEEP MY DUMBASS FEELINGS TO MYSELF. NO! I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH THE WHOLE FRICKIN WORLD.

Two minutes later, my idiotic self found out that wow! I actually had a tray too! Because guess what Emmy? There are two armrests! One to your left and one to your right! YOURE SO FRICKIN SMART EMMY!

So ya. This was my terrible plane experience....which would have never happened if my mom was here. But she's not cuz she is already in Minnesota.