Cheetah Descriptive Writing

I open my eyes to see the layer of vomit on top of my legs. My eyes are as wide as the horizon, I can taste the anger and bitterness boiling upside of me.

I race down the aisle as I try not to let any of the vomit drip off my legs, the toilet is so close but seems so far... I swing the door open and it bounces against the wall like a yo yo. I hurry into the bathroom as fast as a frightened cat. The ripping of paper sounds like fingernails across a chalk board.

My hands are cheetahs, rushing rapidly fast trying to remove all the vomit from off my legs as possible. I hurry out of the bathroom, my sister is looking up at me with worried puppy eyes, looking for forgiveness. I go up to a flight attendant; asking for bags. I come back with bags