I am on my high school's dance team, The Belles. Every three years they take a trip to Disney World. My first year on the team happened to be the year they were going. It is what I was looking forward to all year. We were all looking forward to it. Getting ready was a very stressful time for each of us, our parents, and our director. However, we finally made it to the airport and got on the plane. On the plane, there was one little girl who was sick. Nobody really thought anything of it – until the next day
We had to meet our director in front of the hotel, the All-Star Movies Resort, bright and early so we could get our park tickets. One of our teammates was very sick that morning. She said that she was fine to go to the park that day though. By the end of the day, three more of our girls were throwing up. Almost half our team was, or had gotten very sick over our trip. It was so bad, that we had to quarantine the sick girls and put them in hotel rooms together, and keep the healthy girls together.
When we got on the busses to go to the Orlando airport, sick girls were on one bus, healthy girls on the other. Before the busses left the hotel, our director made an important announcement on both busses. She said, "When we get to the airport, PLEASE do NOT say anything about all of us being sick. They might not let us on the plane." That got a laugh out of everyone, even though we knew that she being serious. We got to the airport, with half of us being sick, but no one said anything about it. The only incident in the airport was that one of our girls was too weak to walk, and had to use a wheelchair. Other than that, everything went well.
I was one of the few lucky ones who did not get sick, and i was exposed quite a lot when my best friend was sick. However, I remained healthy and enjoyed the parks. Yes, I felt bad having fun while half of my friends were puking out their guts, but I still wanted to enjoy my time in Disney. I wasn't allowed to stay with my sick friends because I was healthy, so I really had no choice.
Once we got back to Houston, we quickly got on the busses to take us back to our school where our parents would be to pick us up. Sleeping in my own bed was wonderful. The next day at school, it seemed like everyone had heard about our "Belle Plague".
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