12-I'M NOT FEELING TOO GOOD

I'M NOT FEELING TOO GOOD I climbed into the plane with shaky paws. I checked my seat belt buckle ten times. I located the nearest exit. I made sure there was an inflatable life vest under my seat. "Up, up and away!" Thea squeaked as the plane's wheels left the ground. My CLAWS dug into the seat. I really do hate flying. Maybe even more than I hate pickled blue cheese sandwiches. I mean, why would you ruin a delicious cheese with pickle juice? Trap's voice broke into my thoughts. "Thea, how long have you been flying?" he smirked. "Two days, a week? It doesn't look to me like you can do any tricks."

Thea turned to glare at my cousin. "How dare you?" she shrieked. Minutes later, the plane soared straight into the sky, then dove down in a loop. I covered my eyes with my paws. "Oh, no! No tricks!" I cried. But, as usual, no one was listening to me. "That's it?" Trap shouted. "That's the whole show?" Thea was fuming. I opened my eyes long enough to see steam pouring from her ears. Before I knew it, we were rolling through the air. Then Thea put the plane into a tailspin. I thought I was going to lose my lunch.

"I'm not feeling too good..." I murmured in a whisper. I grabbed an air sickness bag. Behind me, Trap kept squeaking away. "Really, that's all you can do, Thea?" he scoffed. "Maybe you should step aside. I bet I could fly this thing with my eyes closed." By now, my eyes were sealed shut. Oh, why did I get into a plane with these two nuts? I should have known this would happen. My sister and my cousin are like mold and cheese. They're just not good together. "Here comes the best part. The death loop!" my sister squeaked. I began to sob. The plane flipped in the air again and again. "YIILIPPEEEEE!" shouted my sister. "B-B-Big deal!" stammered Trap.

I didn't say a word. Instead, I fainted. Trap brought me back by holding a piece of smelly cheese under my nose. "Please, no more," I cried, still shaking. "Oh, don't be such a coward, Geronimoid," my sister scolded. "We're almost there anyway." Minutes later, we dropped down onto a runway. Tears sprang to my eyes. But this time, they were tears of joy. I was alive!