I’m twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that. See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War canon. I wasn’t aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that… Well, you get the idea. This trip, I was determined to be good.

My school organised a trip to Washington D.C, and we would have the privilege to visit the Oval Office. But, at first, we need to take the plane, my nightmare. I am frightened at the idea of flying, but we must do all the visits.

The appointment was at 7am in front of school. As usual, I was sit with my only friend: Larry Johnson. As me, he was a troubled kid, but we have the same conception of life, and that's why it was my only friends. The bus trip went well, and we finally arrived at the airport.
But bad news first, the plane we had to take was delayed 2 hours. And I began to be nervous, really nervous, and everyone knowing well what happens when I'm nervous: