Mother and Father said I couldn't bring Mousse with me to Disneyland. They gave me two reasons. 1) It was too expensive, and 2) He would be stuck in the belly of the plane. The last thought made shivers run down my spine, so I didn't complain about not bringing Mousse, but inside, my heart ached from missing him.
We were on the plane now, and it was about to take off. Sheila and Mother were sitting next to me. I was in the middle seat, Sheila on the window seat, and Mother on the aisle seat. Jason and Father were sitting either behind us, in front of us, or across from us. I didn't know and didn't ask.
"How long will the plane ride take?" I asked, but to no one in particular. I just wanted an answer.
"About three hours," came Mother's reply. I groaned and set my head back on my chair.
Suddenly, the plane lurched backwards and the engine roared. I quickly fumbled around for Sheila's hand and when I found it I squeezed it tightly. She squeezed mine back.
"It's okay, Ember," she said, and I bought that lie, because a moment later the airplane was driving fast.
"Ow," Sheila said.
"What?" I replied, trying to get my mind off of the horrendous ride.
"Nevermind," Sheila said dismissively.
I waited for the plane to start flying. I wonder if it would feel scary, or maybe even good. I hope it didn't feel scary.
"We're taking off," Mother said to me, and she was right. The plane started going up, and it made my stomach flip like it sometimes does if I'm going in a car.
I was going to scream, but remembered all these people were here, so I kept it in. I didn't need all the attention, and the gasping and people saying, "She's blind! Poor thing!"
I managed to calm myself down by resting my head on the very cushion-y seat. It hurt my back, but it was good enough. If I could just fall asleep, I may not feel anymore flips in my stomach.
Eventually, I did fall asleep and when I woke up, we were in the air. At least, I was almost 100% sure. It was much calmer than when we were taking off. And we were floating! I told Sheila that we were actually floating, and she just laughed.
After that, I rested on her shoulder to try to go back to sleep. Sleeping was a great way to kill time.
I woke up again with the plane's engine screaming in my ears. My head bolted up, and Sheila said, "Ember, we just landed. The plane is slowing down, now."
My heart leapt, and I felt free. I just needed to survive this loud noise. I don't think it was as loud in other people's ears. Just mine. I was blind, so it made my hearing stronger.
After a minute or two, the plane finally came to a stop.
"Can we get out, now?" I asked, ready to get out of this horrible machine.
I heard a quiet chuckle from Mother and I knew we couldn't, not yet. "Why can't we?" I asked angrily. I wanted to get out. Now. I really didn't feel safe in it.
"California," Sheila let out and long sigh.
What I was thinking right now: At least the airplane didn't crash.
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