Katie Williams (P.O.V)
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Laura grasp my arm squeezing tightly, her red polishd fingernails digging deep causing me to wince in pain.
Ouch that's going to leave a mark, pulling away my arm.
Her baby blue eyes gleaming with excitement as the wheels of the plane hit the paved runway with a bump.
We made it finally after ten long grueling hours on board the Air France from Los Angeles to Paris. Laura my best friend and roommate at UCLA decided this year for spring break we treat ourselves to an amazing yet outrageously expensive trip to Paris, one we so righteously deserve having both scored a 4.0 grade point average on our final exams.
Laura could hardly wait unbuckling her seat belt grabbing our carry on luggage from the storage compartment over our heads.
"Come on Katie" tapping her foot impatiently as I fumbled clumsily with my seat belt.
In my haste to keep up I stumbled my cheeks burning with embarrassment, thankfully the aircraft was empty except for the two air hostesses standing close to the cock pit who were too busy gossiping to notice my not so elegant stride. Gazing fleetingly down at my two left to right feet wishing I was graceful and poised like Laura.
The airport was crazy even at three in the morning and we allowed the mass of passengers to guide us through immigration and processing.