“Guys come back!” I yelped.
“What’s wrong?” asked Nick. I guess he hadn’t heard.
“Our plane is boarding!”
“When?”
“Well, it was boarding about ten minutes ago!”
“Oh crap,”.
“Let’s go!” I grabbed Nick and Frankie’s hands and we took off for our gate. People were still gasping and screaming as we passed. The flashing of camera’s were making my eyes spazz out. Ouch. I ran into someone. We kept on running. I thought we were never going to make it. What do you know? I was right.
We ran up to the desk all out of breath.
“Has….flight 37B to New York…..left…yet?” I asked. The woman at the desk shook her head.
“No,”. Ok, good. “I believe it’s leaving….,”. The woman looked up at her watch. I glanced out the window and saw a plane take off. “Actually, it just left a few seconds ago!” she said. My heart sank. Now what? We were stuck in an airport with a seven year old who was hungry, none of our luggage, and dozens of screaming fans. We were all going to die! No, not really. I was over dramatic.