I’d never exactly trusted computers – and with my luck, the one time I booked an airline ticket online, it had been given away to someone else. This had posed somewhat of a problem at the airport. After almost two hours of arguing with the manager of the airlines and presenting all my evidence of buying the ticket, they finally seceded, upgrading me to a seat in first class.
Sitting down in the large seat, I sighed. College started in a week. In England.
It had been a dream for as long as I could remember – a foreign university to escape dull American soils.
A boy just about my age sat down next to me, stifling a yawn with one hand while stuffing his laptop bag near his feet. Faded jeans and a crumpled Oxford sweatshirt completed his look – the look of someone who definitely shouldn’t have been in first class. It was certainly odd, but then, I probably wasn’t looking much better.
Looking out the window, I watched the planes one by one moved down the runway. My neighbor simply put his head back and fell asleep immediately, his seatbelt cinched around his waist.
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