Status: I update very very seldom. People yelling at me to hurry up often make me write faster. I'm sorry.

Sky High

I sat down in my seat, ready for an eight hour flight. I was tired, having already flown from Dubai just an hour or two ago. Off to Chicago, with an overprotective mother, a travel sick father and annoying flight attendants.
But then something amazing happened which made everything so much better, but ultimately so much worse.

Disclaimer: Don't own ATL, as if that wasn't obvious. This is fiction.