Rose Inc.

Entry One.

Dear diary,

Today started off as a normal day until I got to school. My parents woke my brother and I up. They were headed to the airport and that we needed to get up and get ready for school and they kissed us on the head and then went to the cab. We got ready for school like normal and then we went to the bus stop to wait on the bus. We get to school and just before school let out we were called to the principal's office. It was a few minutes after we got there that we were told that our parents were in a plane crash with very few survivors and that we are their next of kin and that we needed to go to identify their bodies. We were dismissed from the rest of our classes and we were sent home to get ready for our flight. We as soon as we finished packing the cab pulled up and we headed to the airport. We went and got our tickets and then we went to the waiting area and there was a couple that was fighting over seating arrangements. The woman wanted different seats and the man didn't really seem to care about where they sit he looked like he just wanted the conversation to be over. She was just yelling and he was trying to calm her down the best he could. I just put my headphones on in hopes they could resolve it themselves. Soon we are called to get on the plane and that woman is still fussing and yelling. She then stopped at our seats and tried to sit down and the poor flight attendant was trying to get her out of the way. I looked at the woman and said why are u throwing a temper tantrum. She stopped and said that she was not and that she was just claiming her seat that she had paid for. I asked what the difference was all the seats were the same and worked the same. She then got up and acted ashamed and then went to the seat on the ticket. Her husband said thank you and that she wasn't like this all the time. I apologized that I spoke to her in a rude manner but I lacked the patience to be polite. He told me that it wasn't that big of a deal and that she deserved it. He then went to his seat. I reflected on how the situation could have been handled differently and I know I could have been nicer but I didn't have the patience to change the situation nicely. After the plane was finally loaded we took off and we were on our way to the dreaded morgue and hospital. I have a gut feeling that we are going to find that my parents aren't dead. I do want to see what Wales looks like. I am not ready for this though. I am not ready to have to identify my parents as dead or seriously injured. I definitely don't want David to see it. After a while, David asks me how I'm doing and what we are going to do when we get to Wales I tell him that we are going to check into the hotel and then head to the morgue. He told me that it was probably a good idea that I don't eat right after I get off the plane. I agreed and we needed to get stuff done as fast as we can. He seemed very worried and he also looked like he needed his inhaler so I grabbed it and handed it to him. I also asked if he had taken his meds and he finally told me that he was out. I told him that I would get it called in so that we could pick it up after we got off the plane and I told him that I needed to get a new journal. He agreed and that I needed to keep journaling as it would help rather than bottling everything up. I have a horrible habit of bottling up my emotions and then blowing up at the most inconvenient time. It's something that I am trying to work on. I will end this entry for now.