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One Week Vacation The plane took off. Goodbye to my family for a week and goodbye to everything else Australian. Except for my best mate Tyson. Last year he had gone to Japan and stayed with Sasuke Takashi for a school thing. The family had invited him back, and told him to bring a friend. So off we went. After long hours working for Video Ezy, I had managed to afford the plane trip over, with a fair bit of spending money on the side. Finally, the feeling of being trapped by my family disappeared when the airport slips out of view. “Yes!” I shouted. Ty jumped, “What are you doing?” “I’m just so excited to finally be in a different country than the rest of my family.” We steadied into our cramped cheap economy seats as I saw in the periphery of my vision a total babe walking down the aisle. I bumped Ty in the ribs and pointed to the lovely airhostess with a name badge that said...Nat. “Nice rack,” said Tyson, unaware he was speaking out loud. She winked as she walked past us. She kept strolling down the isle and like it was synchronized we turned our heads to check out her derriere. “Damn, she was fine!” we both said. “We better score with some hotties on this holiday!” Tyson shouted excitedly. “Damn right!” I replied. As the plane flew onwards, I got more excited about what was waiting for me in Japan. I had never been there before, but Tyson told me it was so good last time he went that I couldn’t help being so excited. Butterflies flew around in my stomach as I felt the plane hit the ground. I wasn’t nervous because I was scared, but because I was so excited. The screeching took over my hearing as the plane came to a stop. Nat the hot hostie, guided us out giving us pats on the butt as we left she said, “Hope I see you two on the way back” and winked again. When we were out of her vision, we gave each other a huge high five. It felt about 50 degrees in Japan, far hotter than any Australian summer. But I was lovin’ it. We walked through the airport, feeling proud that we did not know what anyone else was saying. For once we were the tourists who had no idea. Although Tyson had been here he wasn’t certain where to go before he didn’t need to get directions because he was with his school. Then we saw our saviour, a small Asian man who looked like the karate kid’s instructor, holding a sign “Tom and Tyson.” He took us to one of the two person taxi carriages and ditched our gear in the back of it.
Approximate Word count = 1824
Approximate Pages = 7.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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