Jamie was swimming happily at her friend, Katie's house. It was a failed attempt at a party to reunite people from their previous week at Notre Dame.
Suddenly, Jamie heard her phone ringing from her bag. She saw "Home" on the caller ID. It wasn't a shock, because her mom was one of those moms that always comes too early to pick her kid up from a party.
"Hey Mom"
"Jame, guess what!"
"What...?"
"Peter called again. He wants to know if you wanted to go with him today."
"Yeah! Why wouldn't I? Crap, I gotta tell Katie..."
"Just tell her what's going on and how you couldn't last week, so you are today. You've been there since 1 anyways."
"Alright. What time is he coming?"
"He wants to be there by 7. Get ready I'll come get you."
"Ok, bye."
Jamie back to the pool, and told Katie what was going on. She thought it was cool, and was fine with Jamie leaving. Her mom came and got her, and back home they went.
At about 7, Peter, Jamie's mom's cousin pulled in the driveway.
"Hey kid, you ready to go?"
"Oh yeah."
They pulled out of the driveway and took a short 15 minute ride. Finally, Jamie saw the airport. Peter drove to his hangar and opened the door. He did he pre-flight plane check while Jamie stood in awe of the beautiful, red and white two-seater airplane.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
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