LAUREN ZSANELLE
“We are now safely landed in Findel Airport. Thank you for flying with us.” the captain said. I couldn’t stand up because I felt like I was hit hard in my back. I sat for 20 hours let’s see if you won’t have a backache. I massage my back and Harrold suddenly pulls my arm. “Hey! Wait a minute.” I told him.
“Why? Does it hurt, Lauren?” he asked me so I fake smile. “No, it’s not,” I said to him sarcastically. I grimace as I walk in the aisle. “Let’s go so we can reach our hotel and I’ll massage your back,” he said so I look at him with a disgusted look. “What?” he asks me. “You are after for something,” I said and he just chuckled. “Hey woman, stop being green-minded, or else I’ll do it,” he said so I fake cough and walk.
“Who will fetch us here?” I ask him. “Just someone
