—"No, you don't understand! I have to go I—"
Mary tried to push through the cabin crew blocking her way, but only became more trapped as the cabin crew surrounded her, trying to get her back onto her seat.
—"Please! Let— me— go" said mary as she tried to free herself from the crew trying to force her onto her seat.
She hated this. As someone who had never been very athletic, and hated physical restraint— especially from strangers — Mary felt very uncomfortable in the situation she found herself in. Before Mary could stop herself an explosive surge of anger seemed to take control of her and with it a strength she had never had before. Her vision went blurry as if a gold tinge was spilled over her eyes, and her skin prickled with energy just as her nostrils did with the unmistakable scent of coffee.
Mary looked around her and saw all the crew lied unconscious on the floor. As she inspected the curious situation she found that everyone in the plane was unconscious. Had she done this?
I'm still going to try to finish this...
You can blame GCSEs, writer's block and me having no idea where this story is going for the delay.
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Coffee addict
RandomMary loves coffee. Maybe a bit too much. But when a coffee bean virus spreads around the world, killing coffee plantations, Mary finds herself in a dangerous adventure just to get a cup of coffee.
