Flight 562
On Saturdays, I would usually get up, eat breakfast, brush my teeth and get dressed to go out. But that Saturday was different. That Saturday I had to go visit my uncle in New Zealand. I had purposely been ignoring my uncle since the 4th grade when he bought me an ugly christmas sweater and forced me to wear it. That whole day I got obnoxious laughs by everyone. But I was 18 and that was years ago.
I was staying in New Zealand for about 2 or 3 weeks. Me obviously being a girl, I brought 2 fully packed luggages with extra things I might need. But I knew the flight would get boring and I would be seated next to a loud little boy who doesn't stop crying. So I took my laptop filled with movies and my phone filled with games, hoping to be entertained for the upcoming 18 hour flight.
My father drove me to the JFK airport. We lived about 30 minutes away but it was Saturday and the traffic was horrible. I was determined to have fun in New Zealand especially because it was summer over there and winter over here.
When we arrived, all my nerves finally kicked in. I realized I had never been on a plane by myself, I had always flown with my parents. The first flight by myself is from New York to New Zealand. I was going to be stuck on a plane for 18 hours by myself. I hated it.
After checking the luggage I had to go through security. The security took an awfully long time, it was being held up by a guy in a wheel chair or so i was told. When the security check was over, I got my ticket to board the plane. I was put in 18A, aisle seat.
When I finally reached my seat, I decided to get comfortable. I wondered if anyone nice would be accompanying me in this long, mentally agonizing flight that was about to happen. Bu...
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... So I just cried. I cried until my eyes burnt. It hurt more to see that beside his camera he had printed a picture of us under the Eiffel tower a week before. I turned the picture around to see writing on it.
Elizabeth,
A picture is worth a thousand words. I love you.
I was an even bigger mess after reading that. He died happy, he died loved.
And so here I am 9 years later, working as one of the top surgical doctors in New York, specializing in cancer, and helping cancer patients. After Andrew died I was determined to find a cure for his cancer, and so I did. I did it for him. Cancer took his body but his soul is still with me. I also developed a hobby for photography, capturing every beautiful sunset and patient. Andrew would be proud I know it.
Welcome to flight 562, where you fall in love and theres nothing you can do about it. Have a nice day!
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I remember it, I remember it as if it were yesterday. It was my second time going, but this time I was not alone. From Florida, the flight to London was an 8 hour 35 minutes seat clenching ride for me and my mother. It was her first time going, so I knew she was ecstatic. Not only that, but because we did not have to spend any money! Everything was already paid for: the hotel, the food, the party fees, even the grand prix karting event. This was only possible because my mother had a way with making wealthy friends. Anyways, for me, England was the best place to be. I’ve always wanted to live there. My little dream thought of it as one of the most low-key isolated places for individuals who were an extraordinary type of modern. It was almost a perfect dream. It was the place where I would put all my troubles to rest and be free. It was the next California, but more tranquil.