I finally have gotten to the airport. My mother gave me 50 extra dollars for a taxi and some snacks. I spent 20 dollars on 30 packs of bubblegum. I gave it to some random guy who missed his flight. 

I have spent another 20 dollars on a neck pillow because apparently the seats are uncomfortable. I'm saving the rest for a taxi. I guess I'll go hungry. 

Ok, enough with the short dumb diary entry's. Back to the real story.

I found the place where I was supposed to sit, and started scrolling through my phone. I decided to post a picture pretending I was going to move there. I didn't want people to think I got kicked out to live with my grandparents. 

After I posted the picture, a random guy sitting behind me said, "Nice pic", which really freaked me out. I studied him for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he was safe to talk to. I ended up saying "Thank-you, please leave me alone", because I couldn't figure out if he was ok to talk to. I ended up moving to an empty row, to. I guess I just have that sort of thing with people.

(More to this chapter coming soon)