[A Little Bit Ticked Off]
A Frustrating Life of a Normal S³{Sister, Student, Schoolmate}
I quickly found out that airplanes are way much different than cars. Especially very cheap airplanes...
"Mom? Why is this airplane rocking so much? Is it on a rocking chair or something?" Stephaine asked no-sense like, bouncing on her chair that I wondered how she knew that the airplane was rocking when she was rocking even harder.
"Yeah. I think I...will throw...UP...!" Joesephine said in a weak voice behind my chair.
I was like, Oh. No. She. Doesn't! If Joesephine threw-up or something, I'd be the poor victom of her foul-smelling, nauseous throw-up meterials that just thinking about it makes me want to throw-up!
Mom gave Jeosephine a paper bag as a crewman walked by.
"Sir?" Mom asked nervously as Jeosephine's face got paler and paler, or I should say, sallower and sallower. "May I buy some of the paper bags in your cart that your pulling?"
The crewman turned around. He was hideous itself, with brown mustaches covered with spagetti sauce, with some even sticking out, and his mouth was still working on a combo-seized cheeze-burger. His belly was like a ripe watermelon, and his legs and arms were like jumbo-seized hotdogs.
I was like, what's the three little pig's father doing here? He should be at home, resting in a big armchair in the brickhouse his third pig had made.
The man grumbled as he handed mother a worn-out, dirty rag. "Here," he grumbled. "this is the rag you required. Now GET LOST!"
Stephaine burst into a flood of tears as my mother stared at the pig-man in shock. "I.." she stammered after a moment. "I...I think I required a paper BAG, not a dirty old RAG!"
The man squeezed his big, ugly fingers into his ears and pulled out a what seemed like a hundred-years-old, maga-seized earwax. Then he threw it carelessly, which landed next to my seat!
Mom seemed to give-up the paper bag search. "No, nothing." she said as she rummaged through her bag to find anything vomit-proof.
The pig-man grunted once more and walked away. Phew! What a relief! If that man stayed any time longer, I would've vomitted too.
But the journey wasn't over. This horrid old plane was now rocking - really hard! I was like, oh, crud! I don't want to DIE before I even get to write this things in my diary! And I REALLY hope if I'm on any paper, it's because I'm writing in my diary. Certainly NOT because this plane had a terrible disaster and I'm on the newspaper for being the poor victims of this horrible plane-crash fiasco. And also THE only person who managed to get a plane-crash AND a sister who threw-up on her.
I'll have to finish this diary entry later because Stephaine just burst in with her teddy-bear Ginger like a gang of bandits! She's yelling about some sort of a promise I made. I don't have the slightest idea WHAT she's talking about, but I'd better go!
Why am I NOT born as a only child?!
2019.06.04
Today's Key Word: Pig-man, Rude, Sister's'