GRACE
ZIMBABWE
I sighed; Dania and I had just got back from trekking through the deserts of Zimbabwe, not only that but we had to go and pack right away or we would miss our flight. Thankfully I had pack most of my things except for the necessary items such as toothpaste, toothbrush, the clothes I was wearing (cut-off blue jeans. A white tank top and combat boots with a leather jacket) etc. and so had Dania. I was still so tired maybe a little nap couldn't hurt. "Hell no! If I'm going to endure this so are you and it was your idea to go on that hike." Dania basically shouted in my ear. I looked up and saw Dania in an orange sun dress.
"Fuck you, Ds." I growled and turned onto my side and tried to fall asleep.
"Come on we have to be at the airport in like an hour and you know how the fucking traffic is like." Dania growled back, "Damn are you PMSing?"
"NO I'm just so tired." I replied.
"Come on you can sleep in the car and on the plane and we get to sleep in first class. I can't believe we're going to meet the president!" she squealed. Oh shit I fucking forgot… damn! I am so out of it.
"Alright I'm getting up. Let's go I don't want to miss the flight and I need a nap." I muttered.
"Come on! Let's go!" Dania shrieked.
"Jesus fucking Christ are you trying to make me go deaf? I asked. "Don't answer that it's rhetorical." I quickly added when I saw her open her mouth to argue. "Let's go!" I urged. She nodded her head and grabbed her luggage and I followed suit and we walked out of the hotel to our rental car (it's a jaguar). And I let my head fall back and I was out.
