TITLE: Here Comes the Sun
GENRE: YA-Contemporary Romance
The rules of flying to England with your senior class are simple and finite:
Rule number one: Never take a sleeping pill on a transatlantic flight.
Rule number two: Never give up your aisle seat to sit in the middle of the airplane, especially if you have a bladder as small as mine.
Rule number three: Never drink a gallon of Diet Coke before boarding a flight.
Rule Number four: Never let your classmates see you piss your pants.
I arrive at Manchester Airport with heavy bags both in my hands and under my eyes, a foul, decaying smell wafting from my mouth, and piss-soaked jeans.
I hate jeans. And I hate airplane bathrooms. Apparently they’re super popular, and my urinary sphincter, or whatever the heck it’s called, is super weak. Did I attempt to walk to the back of the plane to use the bathroom? Yes. Did I discreetly mention to the stewardess that my situation was dire? Yes. Did I let out a wee bit of pee while walking like a drunken toddler to the front of the economy section in hopes of an open bathroom? Possibly. Did I unleash a firestorm of piss once I got near the front of economy and saw the giant, red, freaking X glaring at me? You bet your ass I did.
“At least our school was sitting in the back.” Krista attempts to calm me back down as she dabs at her eyes with purple mascara.