Flight 666.
What seemed like an ordinary flight was not anymore. It was the end, in fact I knew
it was the end as I witnessed the large, out of control plane fall out of the sky, my
whole life seemed to flash before my eyes. As it fell, I remained calm but shaky and
fragile inside. While the plane was viciously falling out of the sky, tension built in the
air and people remained silently, still in shock.
When the plane had fell on to the hot desert floor, I remember thinking that I was in a
dream. I seriously thought that nobody could survive such a terrifying and fatal crash.
The first thought that I had was FAMILY. One million and one thoughts rushed into
my complex mind, are they ok, where are they, when should I get up from my seat?
It was all too much to think about at one single time. I was confused, and broken.
I sat there juggling my thoughts for what seemed like forever and a day. It took some
courage but I eventually got up from my seat. When I did, I noticed that the plane
was upside down. I started to crawl on my hands and knees, trying to find mum, at
least. Most of the passengers shoes had fallen off and most of them were either
dead or unconscious. The floor felt hot and the planes atmosphere felt stuffy. I
looked continuously for my mum’s bright red toe nails. Considering that it was a big
plane, I did quite a good job at finding her. When I was looking for her I felt hopeful,
scared and misplaced.
I’d found her, at last.”Hello,Hello MUM” I shouted “Can you hear me.”
I was not sure if she was alive or not, it was unclear. I pulled at her feet vigorously
and was hopeful. She did not move and I began to feel alone. I then started to look
for my dad and brother. I searched long and hard to find them, and when I did there
was no hope. They were gone. I burst into a flood of tears.
Emma Brown