For the previous few weeks, Nat and I had been counting down the days to when we were to leave to Illinois. Finally, the day comes. I wake at 8:00am to finish packing. We were to leave at 8pm, which gave me time to take my American Heritage test and finish my art assignment before the trip. However, at about 8:30am I get a knock at the door. It's Nat, standing there with an embarrassed face. I knew what he was going to ask.
"Christine?"
"What?"
"Guess what I just did..."
I go through the regular list of guesses; Locked the keys in the car? Ran the car out of gas? Crashed the car? Forgot to shave?
"No, the flight was yesterday at 8pm."
Laughing as I usually do at these kinds of situations, I did my best to make it so the situation didn't end up being an awkward one, assuring him that I was fine with whatever happens. We got tickets for later that afternoon and started on our way to the airport.
I hope Nat posts his side of the story. It is a LOT more eventful. :)
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