Flight g913

"What happened that day on June 19th 2014?" the reporter said.

Miles and I were sitting in a car to The Cherry Capital. Miles was in the driver seat staring at the road ahead of them. He was the kind of guy that would sit in the back of the classroom going unnoticed by everyone. He was a fly on the wall. If he wasn't such an introvert he would be quite the ladies man. His blonde chameleon like hair was changing constantly. Some moments with would be a light strawberry blonde. Other times it would be a striking platinum blonde almost white color or it would be a plain muted brown hue. His eyes however is what would have really gotten the ladies going. A brilliant shade of seafoam green like the ocean on a calm warm day. People say looked just like him; however, I had blue eyes and ash brown hair. It was clear as day that we were siblings.

"Miles, are you excited to see mom?" I asked.

Miles stayed silent and kept his eyes on the road ahead. Long dead silence drifted between them. I reached over to the stereo and turned on the radio. The weather turned on.

"Clear skies tonight, low chance of rainfall.Travelers, looks like there is going to be smooth sailing." said the reporter.

Flipping to a different station classical piano music came on. I pulled my hand back and relaxed to the music. The piano has always soothed Miles and I. Our mother used to play it for us as a child when we were upset. Miles was 10 and I was 5. Thunder rattled our small one story home. She cradled me as she played. Miles sat at the base of the piano listening to the lull of the keys as it sent hushed whispers threw his ears. It was the night before our mother packed her bag and left before saying goodbye.

Pulling into the parking lot Miles paid the toll to park for an extended parking time. We walked into the airport checking in our bags. We made our way to the gate waiting to board the plane.The flight from Michigan to Dallas was a good 3 hours. In that time I listened to music and played cards with the person sitting next to me. Miles slept through the whole flight and only woke to drink something.Exiting the plane we went to the food court to grab something to eat. When we finished we sauntered to the boarding gate. Miles bumped into a small petite asian girl. Her stuff fell on to the ground.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." she exclaimed.

"It's alright." Miles mumbled.

We helped her pick up her items and made our way up to the gate. We wait by the door before the plane arrived. The person at the desk calls for all travelers to California for flight G913. We were the last one to enter the plane. Upon arriving our seats I looked at my tickets seeing that I was in the aisle.

"Miles, I want to sit at the window." I complained.

"James, buddy there is already someone assigned to that seat. You can't sit there." Miles reasoned.

"Hi sorry," the girl from before said. "It's James right? You can sit at the window if you want. I'm fine with taking the aisle."

"You don't have to do that he can sit in his spot." Miles argued.

"It's fine really I insist." she said.

"Gee thanks Miss." I exclaimed.

I hopped into the seat and fastened my seatbelt so Miles couldn't force me out.

"Call me Ailee." she said.

"I'm James and this is my big brother Miles."

The plane started to take off and we were on our way to California. I fell asleep sometime through the flight. Miles leaned over me to lift the window cover of the plane. Eerie dark clouds enveloped (obscured, shrouded) his view. Miles pulled out his phone from his pocket. 8:30 flashed on the screen illuminating the plane. We've been on the plane for 2 hours. Looking outside again the night had significantly gotten darker. A sudden loud clap of thunder rang into the night stirring all the passengers.

I jumped out of my seat. Miles who always has a passive look to his face had alarm written in his eyes. Glancing at the window I saw lightning strike followed by another crack of . Panic started to arise in the other passengers. The flight attendants made their way down the aisle to calm them down. Rain pounded on the outside of the plane. The pilot came on overhead.

"We are experiencing a storm right now. We will be contacting the control center to be allowed to flight above the clouds. Please remain calm." he said.

Minutes later we still were not elevating. Flashes of blue sparked all around the plane. All of them getting closer and closer. A deaf defying crack came from the wing of the plane. I knew in that moment that we were not going to make it out alive.

The plane started to spiral out of control. Screams filled the air. Prayers being said and tears being shed. I looked over to Miles and I could tell he was trying to stay strong for me. I clung on to him like my life depended on it.

"It's going to be okay little man. We're going to be fine. In a few minutes we'll be at mom's house eating cookies and chilling at the beach." he whispered.

Thinking back on it now it was stupid of me to look out the window. We were getting closer and closer to the ground. Closer and closer to our death. 1,000 feet. 500 feet. 100 feet.

0 feet.

My head slammed into the seat in front of me and I blacked out. Silence was the only thing I could hear before the darkness took over. When I came to I looked over to see Miles laying there, blood soaked shirt.

"Miles?" I called to him. "Hey Miles are you okay?"

I shook his shoulders hoping he was okay. He didn't open his eyes. I slapped his face. Still my brother did not wake up. I couldn't believe he was gone. I still can't believe he's gone.

Flashes of light came from outside. People were calling for survivors. Turning away from Miles I started to try and make my way out.

"Help! Somebody help me!" I screamed.

"We're here. I need you to stay still as we get you out okay?" a voice came from outside.

The sound of saws cutting through the plane over powered the voices. The window beside me fell down showing a dozen police officers, firefighters, and paramedics. A women came forward and pulled me out of the plane and took me to an ambulance. Paramedics surrounded me checking my whole body as they rushed me to a hospital.

My right leg was broken and I had a concussion. Police officers came into my room after I had my leg set. They asked questions like what happened and if I had someone with me on the plane. I answered the questions to the best of my ability.

"Were there any other survivors?" I asked.

Their face were grim. They hesitated before shaking their heads. I knew it was a long shot. I was a miracle.

"The funeral of Miles Oliver was last Tuesday. He died at the age of 17 a month before his 18th birthday. His brother Jame Oliver age 12 was the only survivor of the Flight G913." the reporter said. "That was his story of that fateful night."

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