Gemotions

The constant drone of the airport PA system grated on Cassandra’s nerves. Her family's holiday was ruined, and she was having none of it. Her vacation was important, and she wanted to *enjoy* it. She narrowed her eyes at the gate attendant, who was offering assistance. Assistance that went ignored. Cassandra rejected every suggested alternative flight. She wanted *this* flight. She glared. She stomped her foot. She retreated into a corner, sinking down onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. She was going to wait. And she was going to have that vacation, whether anyone liked it or not.