“What time is our flight?” I asked my mom, feeling excitement going through my veins. We had just gotten off the fourteen hour flight from Dallas. I couldn’t wait until we boarded our next flight because it had been three long years, since I visited my relatives.
Instead of telling me our flight time, my mom tells me how many hours we have to wait. “Six hours?!” I say jerking me head up at her response. Not knowing what else to do, I try to fall asleep, hoping that when I wake up it will be time to step on to Emirates Airlines once again.
As I wait at my gate, I stare at the clock in silence. I watch every second, every minute go by. The hands on the clock seem to slow down even more, or maybe I’m just imagining it. My thoughts began to drift, my eyes began to slowly close, and my head all of a sudden felt heavy. My brain shut off, and I couldn’t comprehend what I saw or heard anymore. My breathing slowed down as I drifted off into nothingness.
Six hours in an airport! Such misery…and you do such a good job of showing what it was like for you. Well done! Excellent job with paragraphing, too.
Thank you, Mrs.Kriese! I know that it is very boring to spend six whole hours in an airport. But, I slept through most of the time (hopefully we found an empty room in the airport)!
What a good writer you are! I loved your ending how you said “…I drifted on into nothingness.” How clever! I know how that 6 hour wait must’ve felt. Well, because I was there to share the misery with you, 🙂