“Little Fox, wake up and get your bag ready.” My roommates loudly said. I didn’t really know what was happening (my roommates can be vague and mysterious). I grabbed my knapsack and passport and we headed straight to the airport.
My roommates had to check in with the gate agent. There was a long line so I decided to try and figure out where we were traveling to.
Am I going to Canada to visit Sandy?
Am I visiting Beanie in London?
Guadalajara for some authentic Mexican food?
Calgary for the stampede? Maybe Burbank, CA to be in a movie?
Could I be going to Minneapolis/ST. Paul to visit Jerry and Ben?
My roommates didn't give me any hints at all. All they did was tell me that the plane we are going to take is smaller than this jet in the background and then they left me to get some coffee at Starbucks.