My name is Mariana Stone, I'm 10. I'm a triplet, with Cal and Olive, Cal has leukemia, and that worried my mom and dad. But we went to Jamaica for spring break, and everyone's troubles melted away for that week. My mom, dad, siblings, and grandparents. But something changed that day.
Olive and Cal were fighting as Grandma braided Olives hair. I was in shutdown mode, when there was a sudden announcement on the loudspeaker.
"All passengers for Flight to New York, John F. Kennedy Airport, your attention, please. This flight is overbooked. We are offering travel vouchers in the amount of $400 for anyone willing to take a later flight."
"Yes. That's me." Aunt Michaela stood up, along with Dad.
"No," mom grabbed his wrist.
"It's $400 per person. That's our next trip down to the Mayo Clinic."
"I'll stay with Dad," Cal and I said in unison."
"There you go. Father-daughter-son tine!"
Olive decided to stay with Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa. They left, and Aunt Mich, Dad, Cal, and I all waited for the plane.
"828 passengers, please board within five minutes!"
"Finally!" I groaned, as we got up to board the plane.
We got on, and Cal and I started watching a movie, Michaela was looking at pictures of her boyfriend from the lane in front of us.
I started drifting off, and didn't wake up until Cal started shaking me awake.
"Mari! Mari!" He said, "you just missed a huge storm!"
"Really?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, that lady's laptop flew off her lap!"
"What!?"
"Sorry, folks," the captain said, "apologies and a half. We are diverting to Stewart Airport - up in Newburgh..."
Dad groaned along with a lot of other people.
Spitting distance from the city, but for any of those who are trying to make a connecting flight, we owe you one. Flight attendants, prepare for landing."
"Yes, we did, people. Welcome to New York, where local time is 9:18 p.m. On behalf of your flight crew, we'd like to thank you all for flying Montego Air."
"Seriously? No service?" Dad complained
"Same," my aunt agreed.
"And the inconvenience continues. We've been asked to deplane right here on the tarmac," the captain said.
" Cool!" Cal and I exclaimed.
We landed, and we all just kind off... stood there for a bit.
Aunt Michaela then tried to get more information, "excuse me. There are sick people here. What exactly is the problem?"
"The problem, ladies and gentlemen, is your plane departed Montego Bay, Jamaica, on April 7th, 2013. Today is November 4th, 2018. You've all been missing, presumed dead, for 5 and a half years."
"What!" I whispered.
"How am I still alive?" Cal said, his eyes bulging.
We got to some tents, and got settled in."
"Meds!" Dad came to us, 2 pill bottles in his hand.
"I want to leave!" I groaned, throwing the medication down my throat.
"I want my mom," Cal complained, swallowing his pills too.
"They're just going to run some tests on us, check in on us, and then we can go, ok kiddos?"
"Yeah," we replied, and a sudden bolt of realization hit.
"Dad, did you grab my sleep, or my ADHD pills?"
He looked at the bottle, "well, I'll go and get the sleep pills, I guess."
Cal turned over on the cot, and fell asleep. It took me a little longer, because of the pill mix up, but I managed to get to sleep eventually.
I woke up the next day, and we were finally allowed to leave, after some interrogation, but mine was pretty boring, because I was asleep the entire time.
