Dylan sat twiddling her thumbs and counting to one hundred to calm herself down. The office was small, dark, and smelled like feet. She could hear Massie, Kristen, Alicia and Claire outside, vouching for her sanity. After five minutes, the door opened and the scary guard lumbered in, holding in his hand a slimy, wet object.

"I believe this is yours." He handed her the object, which looked like a drowned cat. Dylan tried to put it back on her foot, anything to avoid meeting his beady little eyes, but it kept making plopping noises and throwing up water. By the time he uttered the charges against her, her foot was shriveled and soaked beyond recognition.

"You are charged with misusing airport property, causing a disturbance, and killing an airport fish." Dylan looked at the little fish floating in the plastic bag he held up.

"How do you know its dead? It looks pretty alive to me." Dylan said quickly, even though the fish was on its back and remained motionless. "And I didn't kill it, my heel did." When the guard continued to stare at her, Dylan burst into tears.

"Please don't throw me into jail, I'm a good girl. I'll buy you another fish, one that's less dead. I'll even name it after you, whatever your name is. And I'll never wear heels again, or at least I will never commit another murder with them. Please let me go, I'm too cute to go to jail."

Twenty minutes later, Dylan had exited the office and was waiting patiently with her friends. The charges against her had been dropped, and she had learned the guard's name was Gary. All was well. Except for the fact that the plane had left without them. Massie kept calling Derrick, hoping he'd pick up, even though he was probably on the plane and had shut it off.

A small woman greeted them as she walked past and entered Gary's office, or as Dylan later called it, the cave of doom. Voices could be heard, and Massie suspected that they were trying to figure out what to do with them. Dylan had told the guard everything, which meant that any second now he would call their parents and tell them to come and pick up their neurotic daughters.

But an announcement made them all freeze. "Flight B-7 has been postponed due to current weather conditions and will be taking off in a half hour."

Alicia, who had been watching Dylan ride the moving sidewalk repeatedly on her phone, got up and made her way to the closest window. The weather reporter had said there would be storms, but not until after midnight. "Thank god for reporters who can't predict the weather."

Two minutes of hurried discussion and the girls were off, running like maniacs in the direction they hoped lead to gate B-7. They didn't look back, afraid that Gary the terminator would be right behind them. Claire tried to ignore the buzzing of her cell phone, like an ex smoker trying to resist the smell of smoke in the air. Dylan grabbed her arm before she could slow down, though, and propelled her forward. After making a couple of wrong turns, they could finally slow down and breathe. The sign that read B-7 Paris, France was like a beckon of light that led to salvation. Massie was the only one who kept on running, not slowing until she pounced on her prey. Poor Derrick had no clue he was about to be tackled and strangled and that he would have to beg for his life.

"I called you ten times and no answer, not even once. You didn't even text me that the flight was postponed. What the hell kind of friend of you?"

"The kind that doesn't like to be beat up by hormonal girls." Just for that Derrick was last on the plane, having been locked in the girl's bathroom. Before Massie got in line, she told a janitor that she had heard screaming coming from inside.

The flight was uneventful. Massie took a few sleeping pills and was knocked out. Derrick tried to write on her face with permanent marker, but one of the flight attendants caught him and ordered him back to his seat. Dylan tried to sleep but kept having nightmares of her mom pushing her off the Eiffel Tower. Kristen was flipping through a travel magazine, but had to find another occupation when she spilled coffee all over it, and her. She tried to keep her swearing to a minimum, but since she had burnt her whole stomach, it was hard. Kristen, who had the window seat, got up to change her shirt, making everyone else stand up, except Massie, whom she had to jump over. Then, realizing too late what a bad idea coffee had been, she had to get up to go the bathroom every five minutes.

Which meant, that every five minutes, Claire, Dylan, Alicia and an old lady with a huge, hairy mole on her chin had to get up to let her past. The only view Kristen got to see was of the bathroom. By the end of the flight, she knew it by heart. Claire, who sat next to Kristen, was twitching to turn her phone on. Every time there was a loud noise she would jump, and she tried to distract herself by shoving bag after bag of chips in her mouth. Alicia was the only one who had an enjoyable flight and didn't mind the pouring rain and the harsh winds. She read her book on famous French artists and imagined how she would paint Notre Dame.

The first one out of the plane was Kristen, who ran straight past the chaperones in first class to the bathroom that lay right outside the gate. Claire excitedly turned her phone on, only to frown when she heard Cam snoring and hacking in his sleep. Massie remained dead to the world, until her eyes opened and met an empty cabin.

At first she thought she was dreaming, until a flight attendant saw her and shooed her out. "I have such great friends." She muttered under her breath. She caught up with Derrick and got in line as one of the chaperones took attendance, as they had before the plane took off. Kristen was back before he called her name and excitedly got in line, trying to look over the heads in front of her to the giant windows where she was granted her first view of Paris.

Although it had seemed impossible, they had eventually made it to their final destination. No more would they be clumsy, awkward and insane. From now on they were different people, from now on no hot French guy would be able to resist them. They would rule the world…well, maybe not.