(Started December 22,2017) Even though no one in my family can travel through time, let's go back to 11:47 this morning when I received a call from my little sister. As I was packing my bag with last minute essentials for my trip, I can hear my phone in the other room start ringing. I set down my bag and rush into my living room before my phone goes to voicemail. When I picked it up the picture smiling back at me confirmed to me that it was my dad calling. I knew it was him as soon as it started ringing since I have a different ringtone set for each of my family members.

"Stop worrying about me, I'm almost done with my packing."

"Margaret, it's not dad. Before you hang up on me please listen. I have something extremely important to tell you."

"Molly, why didn't you call me on your phone or the house phone?" My sister totally has a scatterbrain. When we were little, everything she told me was supposed 'Extremely Important' so you can imagine my doubt in her statement.

"Listen carefully and write down everything I say. Are your pen and paper ready?"

"Why don't you just text it to me, if it's imperative that I remember it?"

"I lost my phone, it's somewhere in the house. Are you done with all your questions? This is really important, I didn't want to have to say this but you sound like you don't believe what I'm about to say is important..." Before she could continue I cut her off, with my reasoning.

"Can you really blame me? It seems like every time you call me you have something extremely important to tell me. Just last week you just had to tell me about how your favorite character on that murder show you are watching, Bones, was shot and died." There was silence on the other line for a while before I heard one word from her. With just that one word, I knew she wasn't joking around.

"Periculum."

"What's going to happen?"

"You need to get on flight 231 from American Air Lines. It just so happens to be the one from Waco, TX to Portland, OR. You know I can't tell you what happens, but you just need to be on that flight. When the situation is made known, you will know what to do."

"I trust you. Can you explain to dad that I have decided to travel by plane because I don't want my travel mile point to go to waste since they expire soon?"

"Of course. When you get here you promise you will not tell dad and mom about me?"

"Molly when you are ready to tell them, I will be right by your side. I guess I will be seeing you guy tonight, instead of in an hour."

As soon as I hung up the phone I went into my bedroom and pulled out my laptop from its place on the bed. I walked back into the living room with it and set it on my lap after I sat down on the couch. I pulled up flight 231, tickets weren't too bad and the points I had covered almost all the cost. Why would I fly when I can teleport anywhere in the blink of an eye? With that question in mind, I wondered if my dad would believe the excuse I told Molly to tell him. My flight was going to be three hours and fifty minutes, let's just round that up to four hours. It was only noonish and the plane will be departing at four. 

I fixed myself with a blanket on my lap and turned the tv on to HBO. With the three hours, I had to kill since I was going to give myself an hour to drive there and go through security, I decided on watching a movie. As I was flipping through the channels I landed on a great movie. Even though I had missed the first forty minutes I was still going to watch it. After 'Beetlejuice' ended, I turned on the guide and the next movie playing was 'The Matrix.' 

There were still a couple minutes before it started, I took that time to bring all my stuff from my bedroom into the living room. When all of my two bags were sitting on the floor next to the couch, I sat back down with my blanket over my legs as the movie started. Nothing better to get me ready to sit on a plane for four hours than to watch one of my top three favorite movies.

As soon as the movie was over I debated with myself on whether or not I should drive to the airport or just teleport. I choose to drive, whatever it was that Molly saw in her vision must be big for her to use our code word. We came up with that code word when I was sixteen and she was twelve. That's when she discovered her power of being able to see into the future. How she has been able to keep it from our parents this long I wouldn't know. We agreed to only use it was the last case scenario. 

The word we decided upon was Periculum, it means danger in Latin. After I had a three-minute debate with myself over teleportation or driving to the airport the argument that made more sense to me had me picking driving. 

There would be no need for me to waste my energy teleporting to the airport when I could just use gas and my hard-earned money to get there via car. To top it off the whole reason I am taking a plane to my destination in the first place, is because I must need to use my power one way or another. This is the only sensible reason I can come up with for my sister to use our secret code word.

I arrived at the airport with thirty minutes before my flight was to leave. Thankfully going through security didn't take long and right as I was walking up to my gate, the first people were trickling into the plane. I got in line and slowly made my way onto the plane. I have to be honest with you, this is only the third time I have been on a plane since I learned how to use my powers at the age of twelve. As I was waiting to get into my seat, I pulled my phone out and called my dad.

"I'm getting on the plane now, yes I promise to call you when I land. I must go now, ok, love you too Dad. I will talk to you when I land, bye."

You know what happens after that. You learn how great I am with people and how well I have matured when it comes to using my powers. I also made a new frenemy with my row buddy. I wonder if I will ever meet him again, of course, it would be better if I didn't. Then again, he is the first normal person to see my powers in action, I just hope I haven't scared him for life. Even though my dad sounded calm and collected on the phone when I was knocking on the front door his eyes gave a completely different story. 

The whole "I'm just glad you are home safe" was a ploy. He and my mother both had the look of "You have a lot of explaining to do." That's not the warm welcome I was expecting after my two-hour flight from Waco, TX to our hometown of Portland, OR. Really mom and dad I just saved a plane full of people and not one good job, Margaret. Family, you got to love them.