*BubblyWeirdo* asked:


My friends say it does, but I think it has too little detail. Please help me.

Chapter one

“Now Tara, I don’t want to hear any bad news from Ma, while you’re staying with her. Understand?” Tara’s mother, Tasha warned, her ebony skin glowing in the bright sun. She stood tall in black high heels; she wore a pin striped navy blue business suit, her diamond studded brooch was clipped gracefully on the left collar of her blazer. Being the CEO of an advertisement company was very high status, and she loved showing off her importance.

“Yes Mother, I understand.” Tara replied monotonously, while picking the dirt from her bitten down nails. She never even gave her mother a second thought. Her back-pack was slung lazily over her shoulder, and she loosely held the handle of her roll-away luggage.
They both stood in front of the airport shuttle van pick up site, waiting patiently for a van to show. Today was the day Tara, was to leave to go live with her Grandmother Cassandra, who stayed in a small town called Waterfall, Tennessee.

Tasha didn’t quite understand why her daughter wanted to live in such a small town, that literally consisted of only nine-hundred and eight people. But then again, Tasha didn’t understand her daughter. Tara was such a confusing child; her face was bland and expressionless, while her voice was sharp and sometimes lively.

“I hope you do. Ma agreed to take care of you for the school year, and it would be a shame if you gave her any trouble.” Tasha said.
“Yes, Mother.” Tara looked up from digging her nails, and stuck her hands in her pockets.
“Theresa Marie Peers, what are you are you wearing?” Tasha said appalled.
Tasha cringed at her daughter’s appearance. Tara looked as if she had just gotten out of bed: hair tied in a messy afro puff, dark elbows covered in ash, and she wore the unthinkable: sloppy…gray…sweatpants.
Why did I, let her leave the house today, Tasha thought, looking around to see if anyone had noticed her.
“Oh, calm down, Mom,” Tara said, “I look fine.”
“I most certainly will not calm down. You look a hot mess, and I thought I taught you better then to wear, sloppy sweats in public.”
“Hey, they’re comfortable,” Tara plopped herself down on the nearest bench and let out a yawn, “Plus I only had fifteen minutes to get ready before we left.” She’d crouched slightly in her seat, stretched out her legs and rested the back of her head onto her arms.
“You would’ve had more time, if you didn‘t stay up till three in the morning and wake up at two in the afternoon.” Tasha pointed out.
“Mother, I’m fourteen year old girl on summer break, what makes you think I’m not going to sleep till noon.” Tara stated. Tasha gave Tara a sour look.
“What?” Tara asked.

Tasha opened her mouth to speak, then closed back up when her phone rung, looking at the number, she’d quickly turned her back to Tara, and answered it.
“Hello, Tasha Peers speaking….ah, Ramona, it’s always a pleasure speaking with you.” She continued her conversation, while strutting slowly away from Tara .
Tara sighed contently. Finally a moment to myself, She thought, she’d closed her eyes peacefully and hummed a little tune, letting her mind wander slightly to Waterfall, Tennessee. A town that was only a five hour drive away, a town that only had four stop lights, a town that she hadn’t visited since she was eight, a town she was leaving her whole life for.
She didn’t exactly know why she wanted leave her life behind, the idea just came to her while watching The Young and the Restless and eating cereal out the box. Tasha was a little shocked, when Tara told her that she wanted to stay with her mother, Cassandra.
“W-W-Why,” Tasha had asked, “W-why Waterfall? Why Ma? Why now? Why?!” She banged her fist on the kitchen table. Tara had made the mistake of telling her mother during breakfast, before Tasha had her morning coffee, which wasn’t the smartest idea.
The whole family had their eyes on Tara.

Liv. Laf. Luv asked:


After you go to your cabin on a cruise and unpack where do you store your empty suit cases? Im going on a Royal Caribbean cruise in February and I was just wondering where I can put my empty suitcase after I unpack? under the bed? in the closet? where will there be room because I am going with 3 other ppl in one Large Interior Stateroom so im worried there will not be room. If you have info that would be great! Thanks!

Lexx asked:


Been told by the flight company reps, of Fly be in Belfast City airport that we can’t proceed to flight to Geneva with ID cards we need passports. We been turned back. We are from Lithuania and we were taking holiday to Geneva and then transfer to France for ski holiday through the skidirect.com. At the check in we was told that we have to use passports not ID cards as they are not in EU and ID cards not accepted. So we had 1 hour to sort this out. I was sure we can use ID cards as when I made a payment is says need to be valid ID card or a passport. From faces we saw was sure they not sure about that them self’s. But they told us to get passports or we will loose flight. So I and other friend had to head back long way home on M1 and try to get in time but that was impossible even for 007 Bond.
2 other friends stayed at the airport to wait for us and with other friend we made grand theft Auto on roads of Belfast. 120miles and hour all the way lets say 40 miles there and back, please keep in mind Belfast city and traffic as it was midday. And drop of in one house and other house to get passports.
On the way towards home we been on the phone with Fly be and I was asking could we call them on the way back with the details they need for check in our luggage. But they told they need passports not details and if we not make in time we will miss flight.
So we were on the age to kill someone or kill ourselves in any time. And I was sure that we don’t need the passports.
Lucky enough of playing chickens and GTO and a good car 2010 we was heading back to Belfast city.
we been 56min from time given and received call from our couples that Fly be confirmed that this is they mistake and that we could fly with ID cards no problem. These stupid people didn’t knew that Switzerland is in Schengen country list and you can fly there as in other EU countries.
After this call we were already in airport car park. Lucky all live. FLY be staff looked very relieved that we back safe and our luggage was already checked in without even need our ID cards or passports. It was just formal for printing out tickets.
All holiday was stressed out and could not feed holiday at all.
If anyone could make since out of this or help what could I do against the FLY be of this misinformation related to our Origin and they knowledge of what the should know in the first place.
Do I have a right to make a claim against them or to suit them for something as this ruin all our party holiday?

phone asked:


If you really think about it, how often did we have to give up all our stuff? Most people go to school and work in the same city they lived with their parents. Than they get a car and move their stuff to another state perhaps. Still, most of the time we they kept their stuff.

What about once is a while giving up everything except one suit case? So far I’ve done it once, when I moved overseas for school. Now, seven years later, I’m moving overseas again and shipping everything costs too much. Ever extra plane luggage is a couple hundred bucks easily.

How often did you have to sell your bed, wardrobe, TV, printer, camera, professional equipment all at once. Did you feel stressed or relieved after a while? How would you feel if you had to pack a suit case and go some other place without your fave stuff?

Bam asked:


hi i recently flew from LA to London with a connecting flight in JFK. i went american airlines form LA to JFK and then continued on with virgin atlantic. i reached JFK at 10pm (my connecting flight was at 11:25pm), it took about 20 minutes to move from terminal 8 to terminal 4. upon arriving at terminal 4, i asked the man at the virgin help desk where i could get my boarding pass, as i hadn’t been issued one in LA. he told me that i hadn’t been checked all the way through by the people at the american airlines desk in LA, and all though i was an hour and 5 minutes earlier than take off he told me i would not be able to check in and that i would have to wait for a flight the following day. i ended up having to book a hotel for the night. upon reaching london, my bags were still in JFK and i had to fill out a form to have them delivered. (it took two days for my bags to be delivered) when i finally got my bags, the one had been ripped open and then taped up (asuming that there was an inspection done on my luggage.) the bag is impossible to use again due to the damage, and although it was taped there were many open gaps on the bag. later while inspecting i found that i was missing a shoe (yes one shoe, the pair cost about 140$ us), a phillips electrical shaver costing about 200 GB pounds, and a pair of sunglasses costing about 200$.
will i be compensated for my missing items, and damaged luggage.
and what are the chances i can be compensated for the trouble of my flights, the wait and the hotel booking, i’m a frequent flyer and this is the first time i have ever not been checked all the way through, even when flying domestic before going international.

Sexy Tuba asked:


Chapter 1 my role as fate:
It was 12:07 A.M. The sun was beating down but besides the heat it was near perfect weather. Unfortunately I couldn’t enjoy such a nice day. At least it wasn’t my last. The brief case felt slightly heavy in my hands. I walked up the the check in desk in the hotel lobby. Keeping the anxious feeling that plagued my mind inside I asked for a room?
“Alright Mr. Stevens you will be in room 3067 on floor 3, enjoy your stay and if you need anything at all feel free to call down.” I took my room key and stepped waited for the elevator to return to the 1st floor.

I didn’t have any luggage. I wasn’t staying the night. In fact I probably wouldn’t even be here for a whole hour. The door opened And I stepped in side. I slipped the credit card back into my pocket. This was a nice hotel. Not cheap and certainly not worth the money for less then an hour. However it wasn’t my money and it happened to be in the perfect location. My last name wasn’t Stevens either. It was just one of the many identities I could take up at a moments notice. A select few people actually know my real name. And they aren’t telling anyone. I walked down the overly adorned hallway to the door with the correct number on it. I unlocked it and stepped in being sure to place the do not disturb sign placed on the door handle. I unlatched the brief case to reveal a M24 sniper rifle. I began to feel the familiar sensation of loosing all emotions and just concentrating on the job at hand. I slid open the glass door that led out onto the balcony overlooking the street below. If all went according to plan this should be easy. Making sure everything was working properly on the rifle I crouched down and waited.

Ten minutes later a nice looking black car pulled up in front of the coffee shop down below. A man dressed in a Black pin-stripped suit stepped out of the car and sat down at one of the outside tables. I tensed up. Soon I would have to make the shot. A cup of coffee was brought to the mans table. Another man appeared. He was fat and slow he almost looked like a fat penguin when he walked. He was dressed in a white suit made with enough fabric to make a parachute. He sat down. This was my target. I took a deep breath and lined up the shot and pulled the trigger….

Princess asked:


Im flying from Sacramento CA to Guadalajara, Mexico on Alaska Airlines. On the Alaska Airlines websites it says my check in luggage cant way more than 50lbs well i just weighed mine and it weight 53lbs so im going to have to pay en extra $50 for the extra weight. My question is evan if it weight over the limit do i still pick it up where the normal suit cases are picked up?? Or is there a place where bags that are over tge limit go??

Always in Your Heart ♥ asked:


When life gives you lemons… make lemonade. That’s what my dad always tells me when I’m stuck in a crappy situation. But to be honest, I don’t think that advice will work this one out. It feels as if I’ve been given rotten lemons, with no juice left in them, and there is just no point in making lemonade anymore.
Only hours ago, I was packing for my summer vacation to France. Yes, France! You know, that country in Europe with the fashion capital of the world, and some of the most beautiful architecture ever created? Well anyways, I was happily packing away, minding my own business, when my dad knocks on my door. I was surprised by this because, to be honest, my dad and I never talk. He’s always busy on his laptop in his office, or he’s at work. It’s always one or the other.
“Come in.” I said, wondering what in the world was it that he wanted to tell me.
As soon as I saw the expression on his face, I knew it couldn’t be good. My dad always has one look on his face – plain, and bored. But at that moment, it was devastated. I wondered what on earth could have happened for my father to have been so sad. Millions of thoughts ran through my mind as I thought of all the possibilities. Did the fancy hotel that we were staying at in Paris burn down? Did our flight get cancelled? Turns out it was neither of those. It was much, much worse.
“We’re not going to France, Anna.” he said with the most stern look I had ever seen.
“What? W-w-why?” I asked, sadness sweeping over me.
“I got a call from my brother last night. He asked us to visit our homeland for the summer because my grandmother is very ill, this might be our last chance to see her. We‘re going to Ukraine tomorrow.”
My grandmother? Our homeland? Ukraine? I could not believe it. Moments ago, I was happily packing for France, and now I’ll be sadly packing for Ukraine? I know that I should have felt some sort of remorse for my great grandmother, maybe some guilt for not wanting to visit her, but I just couldn’t help but think how my birthday present which I had been planning for for months was ruined. This was not right. This was not what was supposed to happen. This was not the way my summer was going to turn out. No way, no how.
“But dad! You promised we’d go to France. We’ve been planning to go for months now, and it is a birthday present after all. Ukraine isn’t even my homeland. I know nothing about the place, or the people! We can’t go for the entire summer, we just can’t.” I said stubbornly, trying to fight back.
“Well then you can learn about the place and the people this summer. The decision is final, Anna. We’re going.”
And with those words, my summer flipped around faster than you could say “France no more!”.
The airport was crowded when we got there. People were whizzing by carrying huge amounts of luggage and suitcases. I wondered where they were all going to spend their summer vacation. Definitely not Ukraine. Some people wore sunhats and flip flops, as if they were ready to jump on to the beach in some tropic place like Hawaii at the very second. I’ll admit, I was jealous of them. My plain capris and t-shirt definitely did not show any excitement towards where I’m going. My dad is holding a book straight up to his face, as if avoiding eye contact with me. His bony face looks tense and distraught. His short chestnut hair stands up straight and I know that if it grew out a little bit more it will be just as wavy as mine. To be honest, I love my hair. It’s very long and wavy with a golden tint in it from my mom.
Another good thing about it is that it covers my chubby cheeks. I was “gifted” as my dad would say with permanent baby fat, just like my mom. My whole life everyone made fun of me because of it, but my dad says that they suit me. What a lie. I think that he said that because they remind him of my mom. She was a beautiful woman, and I will admit that chubby cheeks did suit her. The thing is, she died when I was only a few months old. It was in a car accident back in Ukraine. I think that’s why my dad decided to move to Canada in the first place – to forget the nightmare he lived through of my mom being gone. That’s also probably why we’ve never visited relatives back in our homeland. To be honest, my dad tries avoiding the country every chance he gets. But I guess this was just too much for him.

Gagan S asked:


Hello, My sister in law is coming from Canada with her baby to visit us here in London. She is arriving at London Heathrow. She will be having at least 2 suit case and couple of bags etc. We just wondering as how is she going to lift the luggage from baggage conveyor belts and to put on the trolley whilst holding her baby at the same time. Also how will she push the trolley outside as well. I will be obviously standing outside in thw waiting area and will be fine from there but wondering if there;s any support or help from airport/airline between those times. Who should we contact to find out?

joel ruch asked:


I am driving from Fort Lauderdale, FL to Palm Springs California and taking I-10 from Arizona into California.

I will be bringing 2 dogs and 2 Guinea Pigs (pets) in the car with me and 3 suit cases of clothing and such in them.

I’ve read a lot of stories online saying that if you have out of state license plates you will have a hassle at the Agriculture Inspection Station on I-10.
I’ve watched YouTube videos where it shows the “guards” asking you – Where are you from? Any plants, vegetables, animals, or fruits?

As I said, I’ll have the animals and vet records with me.

Do they stop you and inspect your vehicle? Open luggage? I’ll have nothing illegal just curious to what I should expect.

Thanks in advance!