On November 20, I was speed walking down the sidewalk to get to my car but also trying to walk slow so I wouldn’t catch up to the girls in front of me because I was not in the mood to be mocked by some sixth grade girls for no reason. Once I reached my car we immediately started driving to the airport. I was wondering what we were going to do and what I was going to see and what I would eat and not at all thinking about the things that could go wrong. I’ve never been to Italy, nor have I ever had the intention of going there, but I didn’t care as long as I was skipping school. It turns out that the vacation was on the worst possible day because I was going to go on a field trip the day after I left for vacation. I was also going to miss out on a basketball game I was looking forward to playing, but none of that mattered since a vacation is better.

 

I arrived at the airport, said goodbye to my father, and headed inside. Talking to anyone at the airport turned out to be embarrassing because the employees would try to talk to my grandmother while she talked in her broken English while I just stood idly to the side. Once we got through security I went off to find something to eat. I had about a hundred dollars for souvenirs, although most of it turned out to be useless because I forgot to exchange the currency. I bought a soda and some candy, but my grandmother guilt tripped me into buying an actual dinner, so I stalked off to buy some Chick-fil-A. If you’ve never eaten Chick-fil-A, you’re missing out because it is the best fast food you’ll ever eat. I ordered some nuggets and when they asked me for my name, I told them it was Nathan because people always manage to butcher my three-letter name. When they yelled out my fake name I reached out to grab the food, but I guess there was some other dude who was using Nathan as his fake name, because he took the bag instead. Then they gave me my food and I ran away and vowed to never eat Chick-foo-A again.

 

There’s not much to write about a plane ride so I’ll skip that part. After claiming our luggage, Khôi and friends came out to pick us up. Vien was being loud and irritating, while Khoi was looking like he wanted to murder someone. We drove a bit to Khôi’s house and I unpacked my things. I played ping pong and then chess and then the Switch with Vien, who is terrible at video games. I tried to fall asleep but Florida is too hot and stuffy and I twisted and turned around in the bed and it was very uncomfortable.

 

I woke up up in the middle of the night, thinking it was day. Then I checked my phone and realized that it was four in the morning, which I guess means I woke up in the early morning, not in the middle of the night. I fell back asleep and when I awoke, there was a lot of noise coming from downstairs. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and then headed downstairs. Then Vien asked my if she could play my Switch. My brain said no but my mouth said yes and that’s how I ended wasting my morning with Vien, who still sucks at video games.

 

After Khoi and Vien left for school, I was forced to drink warm milk, which is and atrocity. God would probably cry if he saw that humans invented warm milk. At this time, the Thucs arrived for some reason. There was a lot of chatter, and as soon as they came, they left. I got this uncomfortable feeling after they left, which is called boredom. Luckily, I knew the cure for boredom. I spent the next hour napping on the couch until it was time to leave for the airport.

 

It it was a long ride, and about halfway through, Khôi threw a temper tantrum for no reason. We were going on a plane to London, and I was wondering what an international flight was going to be like. It was actually a big letdown, because international flights are extremely boring once you get bored of he movies they have. For dinner, I had chicken casserole. It turns out that I hate chicken casserole. I tried to watch another movie, but my eyes hurt and I fell asleep instead. It was at this point that I realized the vacation hadn’t even started.