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We stepped off the plane, me trialing behind, trying to fix my gaze on something solid. Nothing moving. That would kill me. My stomach hurt deep in it's pit. I moan softly and sat down with a hard thud on a nearby bench. Hanna stopped walking and turned back to me.

"Sitting down already? We've been sitting down for HOURS!" She cried. I glared at her.

"I hate planes!" I announced, wriggling in my seat, happy for something that didn't move under me. Hanna snorted.

"You're just weak in the stomach because you've never flown before..." I shot up and cupped a hand over her mouth.

"Shhhh!" I hissed. "This place is full of people who fly ALL THE TIME!! I don't want to look like a loser!"

Hanna pushed my hand away. "Then don't attack people randomly in crowded airports." She snapped, half laughing. I sighed. Hanna has been my best friend for EVER! I love her to bits and know all her little habits, like her tendency to bite her finger nails when she sees a guy she thinks is cute. Or the way she rolls her eyes one way when she's mad and the other when she's bored. Only I know this.

"Girls, don't fight now. We just got off the plane." Hanna's step mother was standing a few feet away, looking embarrassed. Though SHE was the one wearing a tacky flowery hat with matching shorts. Hanna rolled her eyes the way she does when she's bored.

I didn't feel bored. I was zinging with energy and nerves. Here I was.

In Florida.

Summer rox!