Monday's Minutes Challenge

I know I stink so bad, but I am trying to do some things. And it's a lot like TX again here in FL, seeing people everyday--plus we're trying to balance some school into the mess of it. But I WILL TRY MY VERY VERY BEST TO DO SOME MAJOR CATCH UP POSTS A.S.A.P.!

This week I am doing the three object prompt (that I surprisingly submitted...) Which is:

SCISSORS
PASSPORT
WANTED POSTER

Let's see how I do...

OH YES, and by the waaay, Go Teen Writers is hosting it's fourth 100 for 100 Challenge. You can zoom over there (after you finish reading, of course, lol) and check it out... maybe sign up with me? :D

Anyway, I have an entry:

I look around the airport. He’s not here. Good.

I walk in the opposite direction of everyone else, pushing past men and women of all ages. I clutch the passport.

Keeping my head down, I reach my destination, where my flight waits. I pass my wanted poster. I pass the flight attendant, flashing my ticket in her face.

I did it.

I’m ok.

And I still have them.

I settle into my seat, a sigh of relief escapes.

My bags wait above me.

I can only hope no one took those last tickets next to me.

People shuffled down the row.

But no one shuffled down my little row.

I sat back and relaxed, it was just a moment before we were going to take off.

That’s when a momma of two boys came up, I could see the stress pouring from her eyes.

“Um, could we go by sir?” She asked.

My whole insides were yelling no, but I couldn’t make them go somewhere else. I stood up and they sat down in the two seats.

The baby in her lap, and the at least twelve year old next to me.

“What’s your name, Mr?”

I turned to the boy.

“Jenkins.” I mumbled, pushing my hat down a little further.

“That’s like a book series my momma likes to read.” He grinned.

I tried to smile, my whole insides were screaming against this.

He stopped talking to me and soon the plane was in the air and I knew it was time. But how could I get past it with this momma and her two little boys?

I pulled out the small scissors from my pocket and hoped for the best—but the worst for everyone on the plane.

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It's 290 words, and I hope ya'll like it! :)

abrielle lindsay