Personal Narrative: The Orlando International Airport

I opened the door to enter the Orlando International Airport and my mouth dropped. It was 8 am and the airport was packed with people moving in every direction. There was nowhere to sit or rest. I could hear people yelling, cars honking, soft music playing, etc. (Sensory details) I was surprised that it was this packed, and a little irritated since the only reason I picked such an early flight back to Illinois was to avoid long lines at the airport. I could feel my palms sweat as I looked at the airport’s map to figure out where to go first. I looked at Sasha, my friend who was making sure I knew what I was doing, and waited for her to say something. As she looked around, I began to panic. I felt my heart tightened and I had to take a few deep breaths so I did not freak out. I was very nervous to navigate around this huge airport; especially since I have the worst sense of direction, and I always get lost whenever I have to go somewhere alone. After I calmed down, I knew what I had to do first. (Hyperbole)
(Dialogue)
The airport had two shuttles, a blue one and a green one, which took people to different parts of the airport and I was terrified of getting on the wrong shuttle and missing my flight. We began to walk around the airport and I held onto Sasha tight so that we would not get separated. Finally, Sasha found my airline section and we saw a woman that was working there. Sasha went up to ask her about the shuttles but before she did I made sure that my phone was on the notes app.
“Excuse me, do you know which shuttle to take if my friend is going on this flight,” Sasha asked as she showed the woman my boarding