“Young Stiles!.”
“Huh!.”
Stiles spoke as he gazed at Mr Jonathan.
“Is this your first time travelling by air?”.
Mr Jonathan asked as he gazed at Stiles.
“Yes Mr Jonathan this is my first time.”
“Ohh, Okay.”
Mr Jonathan spoke as he leaned back to his seat.
“Why did you ask Mr Jonathan, is there anything wrong?.”
Stiles asked.
“ Yes, there is little slight of chance you are gonna fall sick .”
“What!. Ohh please stop joking.”
“Yea Mr Jonathan, are you sure he is gonna be sick?.”
“I am not going to fall sick.”
“Wait for it, three, two, one, now.”
Mr Jonathan and Miss Laura curiosily gazed at Stiles.
“You see you guys I am totally fine, I am not going to…”
Immediately Stiles held his Tommy and quickly rushed into the restroom.
“What is this sickness called anyway.”
Miss Laur
