About His World

Althaia

“Tell me again why you’re driving back home instead of flying. It will take like what? Five hours instead of forty hours?” Arianna asked while folding my clothes with Cara.

I had persuaded them to help me pack, saying it would go faster if I had extra hands helping me, and therefore, we could spend more time together. They agreed, but they just didn’t realize they were doing all the packing for me, while I only pretended to pack so I wouldn’t do a thing.

I truly am a genius.

“Because it’s a metal coffin.” I said, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“First butterflies, now planes?” She scoffed, not impressed at all.

“I’m not scared of flying. I just don’t like to fly alone. Like, what if the plane suddenly crashes? I don’t want to die alone.” I tried to explain how it was a legit fear of mine.

“I guess that is a reasonable excuse. Better than the butterfly excuse.” She teased.

“Just drop it already, okay? It’s a freaking flying caterpillar. It shouldn’t be flying in the first p