I am writing today the start of "The Most Class Trip Ever". I'm writing it from the main character's point of view or first person so don't get confused. Anyway lets get started.
"The Worst Class Trip Ever"
A lot of this stuff wouldn't have ever happened if I didn't sit with Matthew Diaz. He has been my best friend since kindergarten, but for the most part he's a total idiot. Back then during grade school, he didn't stand out as much as the rest of the kids because everyone was one. Then as the years progressed he just got more idiotic. However since we are best friends I was stuck with him. Before I get anymore into the story let me introduce myself. My name is Wyatt Palmer and I'm an eighth grader. My parents or more specifically mom, told me that if I got in major trouble she would kill me. My dad supposedly had better things to do than talk to me at the time.
When I got on the plane with everyone else in my class I really hoped that I would get a chance to sit next to this girl named "Suzana Delgado". She is the hottest girl in our grade and really smart too, but of course I had to get Matt instead of her. While Matt and I were getting to our seats two men (one short and one big) behind us were about to sit down. As they got to their seat Matt got a bit suspicious and curious about those two, and kept on looking at the short guy's bag. Then an old flight attendant walked over to the two men and asked the little one to put his bag under his seat. However the short guy did not want to for some reason.
The two got into a fight, but after the big guy calmed the little one he put his bag under his seat. The thing is, as soon as the flight attendant left the guy grabbed his bag from under his seat and placed it on his lap. Then Matt made some really stupid suggestion that inside the bag was a missile. I can't believe that out of all the things he said, thats how he was gonna start the flight to Washington D.C . Right before I was gonna ask him about what I just said he made another stupid suggestion. "Wait, maybe its not a missile, it could be a bomb!" Matt said. Sometimes I don't get why I'm still his friend. "Of course its not a missile, they would have to go through security first to get here." I said.
It seemed that the big guy behind as was listening to our conversation the whole time because he got out of his seat and glared at us. Then the little guy told him to sit back down. However stupid Matt had to say, "Jeez, maybe it is a missile". Of course, the big guy stood up at us and glared even harder than before, it was pretty scary. After a while I decided to make this flight a bit more interesting. I spent 30 minutes trying to think of a funny joke to say to Suzana. Basically I would get up and ask Suzana where the emergency exit was, then while she was thinking I would say my joke and try to look cool.
I should have thought my plan a bit more thorough because while I was walking towards her I fell down. This is basically how it went, "Oh my god, Wyatt are you okay?", said Suzana. Then the flight attendant came and asked what was going on. I told her that I was asking where the emergency exit was. Flight attendant, "Why do you need to go to the emergency exit? Are planning on tampering with anything on the plane?", and of course I told her no because why would I. Then I tried to tell Suzana my joke, but the flight attendant wanted to make sure I wasn't lying. In the end I just went back to my seat feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
When I got on the plane with everyone else in my class I really hoped that I would get a chance to sit next to this girl named "Suzana Delgado". She is the hottest girl in our grade and really smart too, but of course I had to get Matt instead of her. While Matt and I were getting to our seats two men (one short and one big) behind us were about to sit down. As they got to their seat Matt got a bit suspicious and curious about those two, and kept on looking at the short guy's bag. Then an old flight attendant walked over to the two men and asked the little one to put his bag under his seat. However the short guy did not want to for some reason.
The two got into a fight, but after the big guy calmed the little one he put his bag under his seat. The thing is, as soon as the flight attendant left the guy grabbed his bag from under his seat and placed it on his lap. Then Matt made some really stupid suggestion that inside the bag was a missile. I can't believe that out of all the things he said, thats how he was gonna start the flight to Washington D.C . Right before I was gonna ask him about what I just said he made another stupid suggestion. "Wait, maybe its not a missile, it could be a bomb!" Matt said. Sometimes I don't get why I'm still his friend. "Of course its not a missile, they would have to go through security first to get here." I said.
It seemed that the big guy behind as was listening to our conversation the whole time because he got out of his seat and glared at us. Then the little guy told him to sit back down. However stupid Matt had to say, "Jeez, maybe it is a missile". Of course, the big guy stood up at us and glared even harder than before, it was pretty scary. After a while I decided to make this flight a bit more interesting. I spent 30 minutes trying to think of a funny joke to say to Suzana. Basically I would get up and ask Suzana where the emergency exit was, then while she was thinking I would say my joke and try to look cool.
I should have thought my plan a bit more thorough because while I was walking towards her I fell down. This is basically how it went, "Oh my god, Wyatt are you okay?", said Suzana. Then the flight attendant came and asked what was going on. I told her that I was asking where the emergency exit was. Flight attendant, "Why do you need to go to the emergency exit? Are planning on tampering with anything on the plane?", and of course I told her no because why would I. Then I tried to tell Suzana my joke, but the flight attendant wanted to make sure I wasn't lying. In the end I just went back to my seat feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
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