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Chelsey
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The plane was incredible.
“Can you believe this is a plane?” asked Melody, who was in awe.
“It’s pretty wild,” I agreed, looking around. The leather passenger seats had their own leg-rests, there was a small sectional with a table in the back, a queen-sized berth, two widescreen televisions, and a small galley with a stove. Even with all of the comfort it offered, however, I couldn’t relax. I felt like things were moving much too fast.
“It’s going to be okay,” said Melody, smiling at me as we buckled our seatbelts. “Don’t worry.”
I forced a smile. “Okay.”
As we lifted off and began our ascent, I tapped my foot nervously, still feeling as if we were making a huge mistake.
“You doing okay?” asked Melody after a few minutes of fiddling with her hair, which looked
