Crash Course in Trouble

Wind shoved hard through the dry air. Out of all three hundred and sixty five days, why did the one I land on have to turn stormy? I zip my jacket higher and tuck the stray pieces of hair behind my ear. Hauling my suitcase, I make my way back into the packed airport. It was a mess. People kept slamming into one another, trying to reach their assigned spots while other people yelled at the workers. Meanwhile, I claim a place on a bench and sit there in silence. Nobody can control the weather, so people need to deal with it instead of screaming at workers who don't control any of this. They're acting like somebody's life is being saved, like the plane's about to drop from the sky or break apart. My heart jumps when my pants start vibrating. Once I realize it's my phone, I dig into my pocket and pull it free, my roommate's name lighting the caller ID. "Hey, did you land yet?" Maddie asks. "Yeah, about an hour back, but every road got shut down because of the storm," I say. "I know, half the city already lost power and they're saying it'll only be minutes before the rest goes too," Maddie says. "Shit, looks like I'm spending tonight here." "Gosh, I was really looking forward to tonight," Maddie says with a sigh. "Me too, we'll just see each other tomorrow morning." "I'd come get you, but my car's in the shop. Seriously, I hate having a twin," Maddie mutters. Before I can answer, the whole place drops into dead silence when the lights cut out. I glance at my screen and see no signal. A couple seconds after that, weaker lights than normal flicker on. I lock my phone and shove it back in my pocket. The noise of people yelling and running pounds against my ears. Tired, I pull out my black fluffy pillow and stretch across the bench. Taking over the entire bench, I slowly sink into heavy sleep. I roll to the side trying to get comfortable. Every part of me aches and I don't get why, so I inch over again and - thud.