The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (Short Story)

Sneak Peak

The plane jerked forward and came to a complete stop. Here started the screams and shouts for what was going on. Emma's eyes stayed closed, praying that this nightmare will be over. Not soon, now. A hand grabbed hers. Her eyes flew open, trailing from the strangers hand to meet icy blue eyes. The plane yet again jerked forward and came flying down, speeding into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

After a few moments, the plane came in contact with the dark sea water. The plane began floating back up meeting the surface. Emma unlocked her seat belt and scrambled out of her seat and opened her eyes and swam as fast as she could, knowing she only had 3 minutes. She reached the emergency door and snapped the latch open, meeting the full moon. She finally let out her breath as she resurfaced, breathing heavily. Emma climbed up on the plane's roof and sat there, thinking about how the wedding started hours ago. If she would have just not tear her dress, overslept, or even watched 5 minutes of TV yesterday she would have been ALREADY at the wedding and not in this mess. Who would find her? Who would even search for her? Actually, is there even anyone alive? She began to feel a bit of weight on her left arm, looking over and seeing a figure passed out. She grabbed a handful of water and splashed it on the stranger's face. The stranger jerked up and fell in the water. Emma looked over the side of the plane as a hand grabbed her shin, pulling her in too.

I won't be updating until I get feedback on this obviously very, I mean very short Chapter. Sorry! -Eve