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I didn't get any comments on my story yet so I guess I'll just continue publishig it on here and whoever likes it can read it 
hope you enjoy it
here's the second chapter:
At 00:55 clock in the morning the flyer started moving slowly to roll on the runway. Two stewardesses showed forward how to buckle up correctly, the right use of life jackets and breathing through the breathing masks from the ceiling. Layne observed this happening interested and amused at the same time. It was her first flight and even if she did not want to show it she was pretty excited. Vince looked outside where everything you could see were the flashing lights that marked the landing and runways. It was also his first flight but he was too anxious to really perceive. So many times he had experienced this moment in his dreams and this was the minute when the machine stopped and the police came to take them home. But nothing like that happened. The plane took even more speed and then in an incredible moment gravity seemed to disappear and the large, heavy metal bird rose into the air.
>>Incridebly<<, marveled Layne.
Vince smiled. Her childlike fascination yet always made him smirk. But he also smiled because they were safe. After all, for the next 22 hours. An incredibly long time for a flight and he was sure that Layne's initial enthusiasm would soon turn into boredom. She lost interest quickly. So paws was flat. Always looking for a change after the onset of her hard, little life. And today they had the outbreak and for all done it .
When Vince the next time turned to her, his sister slept on his arm . He laid his head on hers, promised himself to stay awake. But at some point outweigh the tiredness and closed his heavy eyelids. Good night, little prince. That his mother had always said.
He woke up from the rumblings in his stomach. There was a disgusting sleeping taste on his tongue and he was instantly a strong urge to vomit. Vince was now already certain that he would take the bus next time or the subway. But that would take days. Too dangerous. He had simply to survive so he unfastened his belt, stood up (while making sure that Layne had not woken up) and remained aimlessly down the hall stand. The stewardesses had initially shown where were the bathrooms but he had not even paid attention. Fortunately, there was a young , brunette stewardess with an annoyed smile slightly toward him. There they kept stressing obviously so late at night to fly.
>>Is there a problem?<<
>>Um ... could you tell me where I can find the bathroom?<<, he asked , trying to keep his stomach contents inside oh him.
>>Over there, to the inputs and outputs<<, answered the young woman trying not to make a disgusted facial expression but with little success.
Vince did not even come to say thank you but rushed immediately to the end of the plane and there in the fortunately empty cabin. It was a miracle that he had kept his breakfast as long inside of himself because it sputtered in a high arc out of him as he bent over the funnel-shaped bowl. It was only when his stomach was completely emptied and almost got contracted he noticed that next to the toilet a bag dispenser was specially fitted for flight sick. He took the precaution a few bags with and flooded the toilet. The slurping noise that followed shocked him in a ridiculous way like a little child that hears noises in the dark. Flying was clearly not his way to travel.
>>Damn thing<<, he muttered as he cleaned his mouth at the tiny sink.
When Vince came back to his place Layne had spread over the entire two seats and threatened the bold guy by drooling on his lap .
>> I'm sorry. This is our first flight. <<
>>No problem<<, the man smiled kindly.
A gentle business man, today he really saw the strangest things. He pulled his sister out of the lap of the stranger and sat down between them after Layne's head immediately fell on his shoulder. Vince was still a little queasy to mute, it was okay but sleep was out of question.
So he took out his passport, which he always carried with him, and opened it. Inside were old, bent pound notes. Everything was there: tens, twenties, fifties and even some hundreds, the savings of the last five years. Overall still 1,600 pounds along with Layne's money and her pitiful heritage. How far they would come along with this?
He put the money back for fear someone might get the idea to steal it. Either way, it would hardly be enough. He would have to get a job in Mexico but how without any knowledge of Spanish? He would somehow learn it, he could not let his little sister stand on her own. He felt already in the heart hurt that she would not (and the way it looked financially never) be able to study. Vince had always wished that his sister ascended to the upper class. But what the heck! She was after all happy. And who needs the upper class when you can be free?
hope you enjoy ithere's the second chapter:
At 00:55 clock in the morning the flyer started moving slowly to roll on the runway. Two stewardesses showed forward how to buckle up correctly, the right use of life jackets and breathing through the breathing masks from the ceiling. Layne observed this happening interested and amused at the same time. It was her first flight and even if she did not want to show it she was pretty excited. Vince looked outside where everything you could see were the flashing lights that marked the landing and runways. It was also his first flight but he was too anxious to really perceive. So many times he had experienced this moment in his dreams and this was the minute when the machine stopped and the police came to take them home. But nothing like that happened. The plane took even more speed and then in an incredible moment gravity seemed to disappear and the large, heavy metal bird rose into the air.
>>Incridebly<<, marveled Layne.
Vince smiled. Her childlike fascination yet always made him smirk. But he also smiled because they were safe. After all, for the next 22 hours. An incredibly long time for a flight and he was sure that Layne's initial enthusiasm would soon turn into boredom. She lost interest quickly. So paws was flat. Always looking for a change after the onset of her hard, little life. And today they had the outbreak and for all done it .
When Vince the next time turned to her, his sister slept on his arm . He laid his head on hers, promised himself to stay awake. But at some point outweigh the tiredness and closed his heavy eyelids. Good night, little prince. That his mother had always said.
He woke up from the rumblings in his stomach. There was a disgusting sleeping taste on his tongue and he was instantly a strong urge to vomit. Vince was now already certain that he would take the bus next time or the subway. But that would take days. Too dangerous. He had simply to survive so he unfastened his belt, stood up (while making sure that Layne had not woken up) and remained aimlessly down the hall stand. The stewardesses had initially shown where were the bathrooms but he had not even paid attention. Fortunately, there was a young , brunette stewardess with an annoyed smile slightly toward him. There they kept stressing obviously so late at night to fly.
>>Is there a problem?<<
>>Um ... could you tell me where I can find the bathroom?<<, he asked , trying to keep his stomach contents inside oh him.
>>Over there, to the inputs and outputs<<, answered the young woman trying not to make a disgusted facial expression but with little success.
Vince did not even come to say thank you but rushed immediately to the end of the plane and there in the fortunately empty cabin. It was a miracle that he had kept his breakfast as long inside of himself because it sputtered in a high arc out of him as he bent over the funnel-shaped bowl. It was only when his stomach was completely emptied and almost got contracted he noticed that next to the toilet a bag dispenser was specially fitted for flight sick. He took the precaution a few bags with and flooded the toilet. The slurping noise that followed shocked him in a ridiculous way like a little child that hears noises in the dark. Flying was clearly not his way to travel.
>>Damn thing<<, he muttered as he cleaned his mouth at the tiny sink.
When Vince came back to his place Layne had spread over the entire two seats and threatened the bold guy by drooling on his lap .
>> I'm sorry. This is our first flight. <<
>>No problem<<, the man smiled kindly.
A gentle business man, today he really saw the strangest things. He pulled his sister out of the lap of the stranger and sat down between them after Layne's head immediately fell on his shoulder. Vince was still a little queasy to mute, it was okay but sleep was out of question.
So he took out his passport, which he always carried with him, and opened it. Inside were old, bent pound notes. Everything was there: tens, twenties, fifties and even some hundreds, the savings of the last five years. Overall still 1,600 pounds along with Layne's money and her pitiful heritage. How far they would come along with this?
He put the money back for fear someone might get the idea to steal it. Either way, it would hardly be enough. He would have to get a job in Mexico but how without any knowledge of Spanish? He would somehow learn it, he could not let his little sister stand on her own. He felt already in the heart hurt that she would not (and the way it looked financially never) be able to study. Vince had always wished that his sister ascended to the upper class. But what the heck! She was after all happy. And who needs the upper class when you can be free?