We were on our way home France, and we were waiting for the plane. I was reading on my iPod and looked to notice all the STACies were gone! I immediately felt panicky. I saw a group of students heading out and followed them onto the plane. After we took off, I realized that this was a different class.
I managed to talk to the pilot of the plane, and he landed by the real plane I was supposed to go on (for some reason it was in the water of a docking area). Thankfully, they hadn't taken off yet, and I got on.
The STAC plane looked like it was a huge dish rack bent into the shape of a plane. The seats were the ridges you normally sit dishes on (in fact, towards the back of the plane were some dirty dishes from the in-flight meal) and there wasn't a top to the plane.
As we were flying towards the USA Luke, the Pilot, suddenly dipped the plane down, and we all fell out. We landed in the suburbs of Texas, so we needed a ride home. We were looking for a car - something to rent, when a few STACies wandered off and came back with an old milk truck they "borrowed" (I think those STACies were Jessica and someone else...).
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| Apparently this is the STACmobile's inspiration (an old milk truck I saw when visiting a cousin's house upstate) |
We all climbed in the milk truck and Luke drove off toward a more Florida-esque scene of boardwalks and beach. I took pictures of the surroundings and at a red light, showed them to Luke, who said that a few were good, but most needed work.
The End!
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