I don't think I'm overreacting

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The sound of chatter and laugh woke me up very many moments later. I took a minute to study my new surrounding and the people in it. Why am I not on my bed and instead… “ The f**k” I exclaimed loudly while jumping out of my seat. I ignored the sea of annoyed faces that were sent my way. “ What the f*****g hell?” I widened my eyes. What am I doing in a f*****g plane filled to the brim with teenagers? “ What the bloody…” I was beginning to rant again when someone pulled me down, back to my seat. “ Why am I sitting in a plane? Crammed with teenage strangers all around?” I glared at the guy. The guy was also a teen who also appeared to be in the dark as me. “ Do you know why I’m here?” I lowered my voice but my mind was shouting “ Jeez, cool down. Don’t you think you are overreacting?”

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