Liquid

It was our last day in England. When I say our is because I wasn't alone.
Marta, Alba, Sara and I spent one month in Worthing, when we were fifteen and sixteen years old because we wanted to improve our English.

We spent a wonderful month there, and there were us, in Gatwick airport, looking for the right queue to check in our suitcases.
We asked a nice lady who showed us the way. When we got there the queue was long, but we didn't spend a long time there, the personal was very efficient.
I was like their mum (and I confess I like being it), asking everybody if they had their phones, passports, tickets and all that stuff handy.

We checked that we had left nothing in "our" houses, and I asked them several times if they were carrying liquids wherever. They all said: No mum. I started to feel a little empathetic with our mums.
Marta's suitcase exceeded the maximum weight. Consequently, we distributed some of her clothes in our suitcases. I took this opportunity to answer them about liquids location again, and they stared at me like: No Mum, shut up!

I thought I had done my job, and all would be a path of roses. How mistaken I was!!

Alba's pocket suitcase exceeded the maximum lenght , so we had to check it in. And then I felt I got the last chance to ask them about liquid carrying. They continued denying it, so she paid and checked the suitcase in.
Then Alba stared at me like she were in big trouble and she made me hold her bag. She fast opened it and showed us the crystal ball she bought in Madame Thoussands.
I would have killed her, if Marta wouldn't have been there to calm me down.
Alba wanted to show the ball to the guard and told him it was a present for her grandmother, but Marta and I told her not to do this, to hide it immediatly.

We put the ball into Marta's bag, and distributed all her stuff in our bags because her bag was the strongest one.
We got into the detector queue and Marta's bag was taken and so Sara's, so I went with Sara to see what was wrong and Marta with Alba.
Sara had forgotten a bottle of water, luckily it was not big deal.
When we were "free" we went to see what happened with Marta's bag, and I don't know how, the man let her bill for her bag with no charge!
So Sara and I went inside the airport to find the boarding gate and get some food and drink for the flight and Alba and Marta would join us later.
When we met, Marta told me:
-Sara, Alba is lucky I have been the one who carried her ball because when we got into the detector queue again, Alba's bag was taken because she had forgotten the toilet bag inside. After all the times you've asked us if we carried any liquid, you would have killed her!

She was so right!

After all those problems, we had turbulence and a little delay on our flight, but we arrived safe and promised not to fly together again for years!