Snippet #1513736

Nick's plane landed. He looked at his phone. "Christ, I'm already late." He whined. He had a pretty tight schedule planned. And that was including the amount of time he'd be lost. It took Nick about 20 minutes just to get out of the airport once he collected his luggage. A single suitcase and a small dog Kennel. His Shih Tzu, Beefy, inside it.
Outside the airport, Nick waved down a taxi. "I need to go here." Nick said, holding out a picture of some castle. It wasn't his choice to go to school in Ireland. He had friends back in Colorado. He had a Trombone in Colorado. He wasn't allowed to have it on the plane, for one reason or the other. Music was Nick's life and his parents decided to rip him out of it. He wasn't even sure what the castle school was for. Just that he was being put in a group called Aeir.
30 minutes later, Nick stepped out of the taxi. More like tripped out. His suitcase rolled 3 feet away and Beefy's kennel landed sideways next to him. Nick was on his back, looking at an "upside-down" group of people. Nick groaned. Can this day get any worse? The taxi skid away, splashing a lake of water onto Nick. I guess so...