Rose
My Watermark
On my summer breaks I always go once a year to Atlanta, Georgia for a family visit. My dad’s side of the family lives there, and I usually go with my dad and older brother, but last year my brother was old enough to take me alone on a connecting flight there. Our first stop was at Houston, Texas and as soon as we said our good byes we got on the plane and there was a delay, so right when we got to Houston we only had twenty seconds to get on the Atlanta plane, but right when we got out of the plane we rushed and the plane had already left. We called our parents as soon as we found out the plane had already left. My mother and father were terrified and unhappy that they let us go alone. After they spoke to us we spoke to the front desk and they sadly said it was the last plane to anywhere. At this point my mom is saying they want us back in California. I was definitely home sick already. Since we were minors the lady working in the front desk told us to stay at a little hotel in the airport for minors because the next flight to Atlanta was at seven thirty in the morning, but it was closed.
My brother and I were tired of hearing bad news, so instead we called our dad and he booked the nearest hotel by the airport. After we went downstairs, got our luggage, and headed to a taxi. We finally got to the La Quinta Suite. When we entered the building the first thing the man asked working by the desk was “Where are your parents?” We told him that our father spoke to you did he not? The man said “Oh yes, yes he did but, he said you have an adult with you.” Well we told him, we don’t. And he said you have to be 18 years old in order to book a room, but thank goodness he told us he will let us in since we told him how our flight got canceled and all the bad news. While we went upstairs he was telling us there is free breakfast in the morning and there is dinner if you guys want. I never met anyone so kind and caring. The next day we woke up early, went downstairs, ate breakfast, and got in a shuttle to gratefully leave! When we finally got done with the security check and all the rough business, I lost my phone! I called, called, and called and went down to security but didn’t find it. Then my brother’s phone was ringing with my contact name on it. I answered and it was the man at the hotel, he said he will ship it to California. That was just awesome news for the first time! Soon we finally got on the plane and arrived gratefully in Atlanta, Georgia. We found out that everyone there thought we were dead or something. When my cousin arrived at the airport I didn’t want to say hi or I missed you I wanted to just cry, because I was home sick and paranoid.
When we finally arrived in Atlanta I honestly just wanted to sleep. It was tiring and I’m pretty sure sleeping would be a great idea because you don’t have to hear bad news every time. The lesson we learned was never to go on a connecting flight without an adult over the age of eighteen. We stayed in Atlanta for about 2 weeks at the most and I only had fun half of the time because I couldn’t stop thinking of everything that happened. Although I’m going to miss everyone, my dad called and he told us when our flight is and he told us the details, but we found out it was another connecting flight!! At Denver, Colorado right after the shooting, I just wanted to scream. When I got to the airport we had enough time to sit and relax for the Denver plane. We got on the plane and arrived in California, thank goodness. I got my phone, but I wasn’t worried much about it. I was worried most about having to ever go on a flight like that ever again.
On my summer breaks I always go once a year to Atlanta, Georgia for a family visit. My dad’s side of the family lives there, and I usually go with my dad and older brother, but last year my brother was old enough to take me alone on a connecting flight there. Our first stop was at Houston, Texas and as soon as we said our good byes we got on the plane and there was a delay, so right when we got to Houston we only had twenty seconds to get on the Atlanta plane, but right when we got out of the plane we rushed and the plane had already left. We called our parents as soon as we found out the plane had already left. My mother and father were terrified and unhappy that they let us go alone. After they spoke to us we spoke to the front desk and they sadly said it was the last plane to anywhere. At this point my mom is saying they want us back in California. I was definitely home sick already. Since we were minors the lady working in the front desk told us to stay at a little hotel in the airport for minors because the next flight to Atlanta was at seven thirty in the morning, but it was closed.
My brother and I were tired of hearing bad news, so instead we called our dad and he booked the nearest hotel by the airport. After we went downstairs, got our luggage, and headed to a taxi. We finally got to the La Quinta Suite. When we entered the building the first thing the man asked working by the desk was “Where are your parents?” We told him that our father spoke to you did he not? The man said “Oh yes, yes he did but, he said you have an adult with you.” Well we told him, we don’t. And he said you have to be 18 years old in order to book a room, but thank goodness he told us he will let us in since we told him how our flight got canceled and all the bad news. While we went upstairs he was telling us there is free breakfast in the morning and there is dinner if you guys want. I never met anyone so kind and caring. The next day we woke up early, went downstairs, ate breakfast, and got in a shuttle to gratefully leave! When we finally got done with the security check and all the rough business, I lost my phone! I called, called, and called and went down to security but didn’t find it. Then my brother’s phone was ringing with my contact name on it. I answered and it was the man at the hotel, he said he will ship it to California. That was just awesome news for the first time! Soon we finally got on the plane and arrived gratefully in Atlanta, Georgia. We found out that everyone there thought we were dead or something. When my cousin arrived at the airport I didn’t want to say hi or I missed you I wanted to just cry, because I was home sick and paranoid.
When we finally arrived in Atlanta I honestly just wanted to sleep. It was tiring and I’m pretty sure sleeping would be a great idea because you don’t have to hear bad news every time. The lesson we learned was never to go on a connecting flight without an adult over the age of eighteen. We stayed in Atlanta for about 2 weeks at the most and I only had fun half of the time because I couldn’t stop thinking of everything that happened. Although I’m going to miss everyone, my dad called and he told us when our flight is and he told us the details, but we found out it was another connecting flight!! At Denver, Colorado right after the shooting, I just wanted to scream. When I got to the airport we had enough time to sit and relax for the Denver plane. We got on the plane and arrived in California, thank goodness. I got my phone, but I wasn’t worried much about it. I was worried most about having to ever go on a flight like that ever again.