Wednesday, 11 April 2007
07:06:00 AM (GMT)
"Are you sure you're going to be ok, Nicola?" Mum held me by the shoulders.
"I'm going to be fine!" I said, tossing my shimmery black hair and tightening the red
rose I had fastened in it.
Mum started to cry. "My baby's going to America!"
"Shut up Mum!" I whispered. Some boys were staring at me and laughing. I
picked up my red case and squeezed Mum's hand. "I'll be OK, I'm seventeen."
Mum wiped her eyes with an old tissue that she found in her handbag. "Goodbye,
I patted Mum's shoulder sympathetically and suddenly the loudspeaker said, "Would all
customers on Flight 218 please come to the travel desk now to give your luggage."
I nodded at Mum and broke free of her hand. She wiped her eyes again and waved
"I love you, Mum!" I said, blowing a kiss at her. Dad suddenly tugged on Mum's arm.
Mum looked up at him and said something. I was already out of earshot so I couldn't
hear. I turned and took a last look at Mum for the next month. Suddenly a tall man
bashed into me, knocking me flying and dropping my bags.
The boys who had been staring at me before were standing just a few metres away from
me. My cheeks turned pink as I collected up my bags and hurried off to the travel
I handed my luggage over to the young man who was collecting everything in and went
to sit down on the large blue seats to wait for my flight. My friends weren't here
yet. Suddenly I heard some frantic shouts of, "Please! Our mums were late dropping us
off! We need to get to this flight!"
It was Ella and Gwen! I leapt off the seats and went over to them.
"Please let them on," I begged the worker. "I can't go on this flight alone."
"Let me see your tickets," said the worker.
Gwen fumbled around in her pocket and pulled out her ticket.
The worker examined it and opened the gate. Ella gave her ticket too and in 2 minutes
they were sitting beside me on the blue seats.
I twisted the scarlet rose bracelet from Mum around my wrist. I pictured her face as
I had entered the airport building.
Suddenly, the huge blue doors opened and everyone started to move towards them. I
walked with Ella and Gwen, and after ten minutes we were sitting in our seats on the
"I hate planes," groaned Gwen. "What if I throw up? I'm going to spoil my new
I looked down at her funky clothes: a black top and white mini, with white heels and
matching earrings and a necklace.
"I'll go get you a sick bag," I said, desperate for a reason to stand up.
I went over to the air hostess. She was a short lady in a blue uniform and white
"Please may I have a sick bag?" I asked.
"Sure," the air hostess answered. "Now go back to your seat."
I went back and the loudspeaker said, "Please put on your belts the plane is about to