The Airport (non-*bdl related)

[baby jester]

i had to write a story for english class and i was wondering if you guys wanted to critique it. the rough draft is due tomorrow and so i wanted to post in to see what you guys thought. thanks, Jester

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The Airport

As I walked on the Boing 747 airplane, I passed the captain who shook my hand and greeted me.
“I hope you have a great flight today,” the pilot paused and looked at my childish name tag, “Mr. Farmer.”
“Thank you Captain, I hope we have a good flight, also,” I replied.
I walked to my seat, 81A, the seat parallel with the wing, it turns out I had the window seat. The Stewardess told me that I had to behave myself and not to disturb other passengers while on this flight. I would consider myself as the rather obnoxious kid that, for the most part, acted very mature and well behaved. The Stewardess then told me that she would be checking up on me regularly to make sure I didn’t need anything. As she walked away, I mumbled under my breath. Why does everyone treat me like a kid, for goodness sakes, I am 12 years old and I like being treated like the adult I am.
Then, before I could finish my thoughts, the other passengers boarded and broke the eerie silence that was still abroad this magnificent airplane. I had a good half hour before the plane would be taking off and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with all the extra time.
I decided to pull out some red liquorish, my favorite candy, and eat some because I was feeling nervous and to me eating always stops that feeling. When I was finally content with the liquorish, the plane was finished going through the check lists and the captain came on.
“Good afternoon, this is your Captain speaking. Today we are looking at a fairly smooth ride, the temperature in Richmond is 76 degrees and we are looking at a 2 hour flight. I will keep you informed of weather conditions as well as altitude and speed. Now I will turn it over to the stewardess so she can go over emergency operation plans.”
As Susan, the crackpot (well in my head) stewardess, was going over emergency plans I decided to say a little prayer just to assure me that nothing bad will happen.
“Dear Lord,
Keep me safe today as I travel to California. Help me to stay calm and not get into trouble. Thank you Lord, for the opportunity to go spend this week with my friends. Amen.”
The plane was towed out to the runway for my favorite part of the flight, the take off. I put my headphones on and listened to air traffic control as we pulled into play on the runway.
“This is Air Traffic Control, Alfa Two Two Fife Tree, you are clear for take off.”
“This is Alfa Two Two Fife Tree, we roger, take off commencing, Out.”
The plane’s mammoth engines roared and the plane started to move, then all of a sudden we jolted forward, my head pinned against the seat and my eyes peeled out the window. It felt like it was over before in even Began, the plane’s wheels left the ground and I felt almost weightless. As I sat in my chair looking at us gain altitude, I thought about how marvelous this world really is.
The flight took almost four hours because of bad weather in Atlanta. I like flying but this was almost torture, a 12 year old boy who can hardly stay still for five minutes let alone four hours. Finally it landed after an hour and a half in holding patterns. Before the plane landed, a really nice actually attractive stewardess came up to me.
“Hey buddy, how was the flight? I know you probably want to get up and run around but you need to stay seated until everyone else leaves.” She said in a very comforting voice.
I answered with politeness and went back to listen to the television show that was playing. Then, when the plane landed the captain came back on and talked to us.
“Good evening, the local time is six thirty and currently the temperature is 61 degrees. For those of you who are transferring to flight 134, they have delayed it due to bad weather. I hope your vacation or what ever you are doing goes well and thank you for flying American Airlines.”
Just like before everyone scrambled to get their bags out of the over head compartments and forced their way off the plane. When I was all empty the incredible nice Stewardess helped me off the plane. We then traveled off the loading ramp and into the airport where we waited for an “escort” to take me to the waiting room. As we waited, we made small talk and then as I made my goodbyes an old lady came and interrupted us.
“Hey, kid, time to go, I want to get home and I can’t leave till I get you to the holding room,” the ugly bleach-blond stewardess said with a mean voice.
The trip to the waiting room or in my words “jail” took about five minutes, the whole time I carried my own bags and had to fend for myself in terms of keeping up with her. As we stepped up to the room, I had that bad feeling thing that tickles the back of your neck. Then the door swung open and a huge man called my name. This man had to weigh 350 pounds and he was like six foot two. He reminded me of Shaq, the basketball player, except not as tall and much more fat.
This room was probably 12 feet by 14 feet with a couple vending machines in the corner. There were three tables all with at least one kid at each and a television playing Barnie. The person keeping an eye on the kids, read a “Sports Illustrated” magazine with a half nude woman on the front of it. I sat at a table and prayed that the plane would be able to take off very soon. I did not think about what I was doing at the time but my hands began to tap on the desk like in the intro to my favorite show NCIS. It was becoming very intense when all of a sudden I heard what sounded like a gun shot.
“Cut that out! I have had enough with you,” the man stared at me and his eyes seemed to drill holes in my head.
I decided that this was the opportunity to scope out the vending machines and get some food in me. As I walked over to the vending machines, I started to smell old musty urine, almost like someone urinated in the corner. I decided that it was worth the risk of having to smell urine so I continued my walk over to the machines. As I got up to them, I read the little LCD display that said that two of them were out of order. The last one was a soda machine that sold old off brand Pepsi products. I liked Dr. Pepper and agreed that the Dr. Kip was the same thing. I reached into my back right pocket and grabbed my wallet out. Then, I pulled out a dollar bill and put it in the machine. After it accepted the money, I pushed the button for Dr. Kip. When I touched the button, it had a very sticky feeling like someone poured soda on it to be funny. After a couple seconds of the usual soda machine sound, nothing came out. I told the fat guy what happened and the man told me that he was not in the position to do anything about my problem. I came back to the table and put my head on the desk for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, after another hour, the door opened and another stewardess told me to get my bags because the plane was going to be boarding soon. I cheerfully grabbed my stuff, one big suitcase and an over-stuffed backpack and headed out the door following the stewardess, whose name happened to be Carly.
“This day has been really long for me, Carly,” I said with a melancholy tone.
“Well, when did you leave Richmond Airport,” she asked.
“It was probably one thirty or something,” I responded.
“Well that was eight hours ago, darling, you must be exhausted” Carly said very sympathetically.
By that time, we had reached the boarding ramp where I took my stuff and got on the bigger Boing 757 airplane. Again, I met the captain; however, this time he let me see the cockpit. When I walked into the cockpit, there were knobs and buttons everywhere; it was like a spaceship from an old science fiction movie.
After taking my seat the stewardess, this time a different one went over the rules again. The plane ride was a good six hours after the half hour getting on and off the plane. My seat was in the same place, and the plane was very empty like a ghost town in the middle of the desert, I was waiting for the tumbleweed to roll pass. This time, there was no Air Traffic control channel so I could not listen to the tower direct airplanes for landing. As other passengers boarded I just sat there with my eyes closed listening to the sounds aboard the airplane. I listened to this couple and they made me laugh.
“Where did you put my wallet honey,” a man asked his wife.
“I don’t know, check your back pocket,” the wife responded.
“I don’t see, oh wait there it is, thanks honey,” the man embarrassedly said.
As I sat there listening to my surroundings, I just thought about my day and the troubles I went through. Now, I was just happy to be on the plane to California and I hoped that nothing else went wrong. As the plane took off, I fell asleep, waken by the sound of the stewardess say that we are coming in for a landing.