Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 488

Then I looked back in my bag to see what items I have. Inside the bag I found some air tickets for half an
hour later. I know it was midnight but still, in the airport it was very, very crowded. Terrified, we ran
through the crowd. “Follow me!” I yelled to Adrian and Ryan. I ran too fast and slipped on the floor. Ryan
yelled of and tumbled right over me with Adrian crashing onto us. “Now we’re dead. Our plane must’ve
taken off.” I wailed.
Sure enough, there was no plane at our gate. Then I saw the 747 at the runway,
preparing for takeoff. “I have an idea.” I said. I found a door, opened it, jumped out of the airport, and
dashed to the jet. The two were just behind. I went near the aircraft. Luckily, the captain spotted us and
picked us up. I was feeling alright, at least I could board a flight that could bring me back home. Back home