"Dude, you would not believe the air turbulence we got into on the way here!" Georgia said happily as he walked into the room. "Nearly thought I wouldn't make it to the meeting on time."
"Let me guess," South Carolina said with a frown, "you flew your personal plane here."
"You bet I did!" Georgia said grinning proudly.
Georgia was the youngest of the 13 original states. He also looked around 17 years old. He had light brown skin, curly black hair, soft brown eyes that always had a look of mischief in them, and a muscular build. A talented pilot, he owned a small air craft, (given to him by America as a birthday gift), and used it all the time. He still had his goggles on his head, and wore a pilot uniform.
"Didn't dad say not to use your plane without him with you?" New York asked with a disapproving look.
"Yeah, but I got here I one piece, so what's the problem?" Georgia said shrugging his shoulders.
"I'LL TELL WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!" A voice yelled from behind him. Georgia sniggered as Virginia stormed into the room. "YOU FLY LIKE A CRAZY MAN, THAT'S THE PROBLEM!"
Virginia was a pretty girl, with curly caramel hair, green hazel eyes, and a charming smile. She had an average build, an average height, and had a motherly feeling to her. Great with computers, she often worked with managing data for the country. She was rarely seen without her computer, and always wore a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. Today however, her hair was wind swept, and looked like she was going to strange Georgia.
"I don't fly like a crazy man." Georgia said defensively.
"Yes you do!" she snapped. "I'm never going to fly with you again. NEVER!"
"Then how will you get home?" Delaware asked her with a smirk.
"I'll hitchhike if I have to." She said stubbornly and walked over to her seat.
"Some people just don't have what it takes to fly with the master." Georgia said with a grin and went off to his seat as well.