We had already arrived inside of the airport. The airport was a massive field with banners, white walls, benches, babies crying. I stood directly in front of the security check before the gates and my parents stood behind as I walked inside of the area. The security check sounds of… what do you know? Babies crying. The sounds of wands ruffled against my ears and I started to walk towards the security check when my mom stopped me. She had grabbed my hand. I turned to face her.

“Martin,” says my mom. “We are only trying to do what is best for you. We think this will be good.”

“Mom.” I said. “Listen. I never get to see either of you and when I do, you try to ship me off to some boarding school in France.”

“Martin, wait!”

“No.” I said. “I am done talking to you.”

I turned around and left my parents. I was so confused and angry because, yes I had in fact gotten terrible grades and pranked my teacher, but Billy beats kids up everyday and he doesn’t get punished…

I sighed as I walked through the security after gaining a security check. I walked towards my gate. The walls here consisted of a gray and white pattern and the windows of the runway, where you can see the planes is visible. I stepped onto the moving walkways and looked for my gate, Gate 13. I found the gate, went off the moving walkway and walked up to the gate and had my ticket looked at boarded the plane. I walked inside and sat down, I pulled out my phone and looked through my contacts to find Jordan and called him. I laid my phone to my ear.

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“Hey!” I said. Jordan picked up the phone.

“Hey Martin,” says Jordan. The sound through the phone was if he was chewing something, he was probably eating something. It was 9 PM right now and the plane was about to take off.

“It’s 9 pm,” says Jordan. “Are you in bed?”

“In bed.. IN BED?!??” I asked. “What are you talking about.”

“Dude, calm down.” says Jordan.

“I am on a plane.” I said. “My parents found out I hadn’t been doing assignments and messing with my teachers so they put me on a plane for some french boarding school named DARS, do you know it?”

“Nope.” Jordan said. “No idea. Martin, your pranks were funny, but it wasn’t wise to skip assignments. You are forgetting that you go to school to pass and make something of yourself, not to just prank the teachers.”

“I wish I got paid to prank teachers.” I said sarcastically.

“I wish you’d shut up.” says Jordan. We both laughed.

“All right, call me when you get to your Francais boarding school.” says Jordan. “Can’t wait to hear how many french chicks you pick up.”

“Jordan. Shut up. I thought I was the one making the jokes.” I said.

“But, you're not the only one who's funny,” says Jordan. “See ya.”

“Yeah.” I said. “See ya.”

I closed the call and the plane started to take off. I had been sitting on the right side of the plane and on a blue leather seat where I was the aisle seat. I put my neck pillow on and fell asleep.