“The plane isn’t that packed.” I said as I walked through the aisle down to the bathroom.
About an hour until we land.
I slid into the bathroom and closed the sliding door behind me.
I looked into the mirror and went close enough to see my pimples. Just before I managed to lay a finger to my face my sister knocked and said
“You squeezing pimples in there?”
“No” I lied. Well kinda lied, I hadn’t done anything yet. I turned on the tap and splashed some water onto my face. I wiped off the water with my sleeve and went back out.
My sister was asleep with her head against the window, where I was sitting earlier. I sat down where she was sitting before and pulled out my gameboy.
“Cleaning the slate to start a fresh.”