I get off the plane and look around, hoping to find some relatives. Ugh, no one. Ig I'll have to take the taxi only then. I search for a taxi. Turns out, you have to stand in a line to get a taxi. Oof. I stand at the back of the line. Everything is so effing slow. If it continues at this pace, I'll probably reach home by tmrw. I take out my phone from the back pocket of my backpack and wear my airpods. I had to finish the video Lisa sent. I click on play from where I last saw and smiled. I could cryy. It was so sweeeet. I turn back to my front and growl. So many ppl left to board, I couldn't even see the point where ppl got on. Ughh. So I decided to ask the person standing ahead of me.
"Um excuse me, can u pls-"
I call out to the person standing in front of me. He turns around.
"YOU AGAIN!"
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I got infuriated just looking at his face now. That drinkspillingdickhead.
"Oh gReat."
He says sarcastically.
"Uff."
"R u here to pour another drink on me".
I grunt at his sarcasm and fold my arms angrily.
"Ur the one who couldn't open a fucking juicebox."
"Hey, in my defence it was a juice can not juicebox."
I roll my eyes. He is such an idiot.
"Anyways, move aside, I need a taxi urgently."
"And u think standing just one space ahead is gonna get u there magically".
He huffs as if pitying my stupidity.
"Yeah well at least I'll get to it before u."
"And why do u think I'll just let u cut me in line."
"What r u going to do? Call upon your TeAcher"
He sighs in irritation.
"Ghhhh".
I could see him smiling just faintly at his triumph.
I start looking around to pass time. My eyes go from one person to another, one terminal to another. I squint my eyes. Wait? Srsly? I see a fucking taxi over their standing vacant. I smirk, what a genius I am.
