After an hour of trying to persuade my Dad, myself, R, M, Nora, Dad and R's family were sitting in a roofless truck, on the way to the airport.
An half hour into the drive, R decided to give us all a heart attack. He stood up, stretched his arms and yelled loudly.
"Dad, what is he doing?" I whispered to my Dad in front of me. M answered me.
"Feeling alive" he smiled as he also stood up and copied R, both of them yelling to the heavens. Becca started to giggle.
"Julie, come on" said R as he got me to stand up and I saw what he meant.
The wind blow through your hair, beating loudly in your ears and numbing feels against your face due to the cold. I never felt more alive and I wasn't even dead.
Somehow, R managed to get Becca to stand and had the older ones laughing.
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We arrived at the airport in less time than it took to get away with R, Dad was also better driver than me, and while he did not have a sports car, he was still fast.
He got a gun ready and we followed him into the airport. It was really silent. R started to lead the way. We arrived at the plane soon enough and I found myself smiling.
I quickly stood on the stairs.
"R's a horder" I said. Becca snorted.
"You should have seen his room" she said. R looked at her.
"Your room was filled random junk. Anything that looked even remotely intresting, you had to have it. Our attic was also filled with stuff you liked. You had a record player, liked the sound better" said Becca. That caused me snort.
"Oh, shut up" said R as he lead the way up to the plane and opened the door. We followed him.