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The Trans-Atlantic Disaster (Part 1.)

Hi! archiver here, i just want to let you know. that i wont be combining the story that your about to read, it's going to be individual in each chapter till the very end

now the reason for that is it reminds me of this story I've read and I kind of believe its gone, so here is the book saved in a google doc: 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KUsv31Qh4wpsK5OufaB6fC_VAIbcWKD1/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=113843045883147601555&rtpof=true&sd=true

Here is the book actually it's not deleted, but if it does then the google link is here and it stays!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/302708328-diarrhea-emergency-on-airplane

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Anyways back to the story

The aisles of the airplane were a flurry of activity, with people jostling around to get to their seats and to stow their luggage away. Thomas adjusted his glasses and looked around the cabin, watching people get settled. It seemed like this would be a packed flight, which was strange, because the three or four rows directly ahead of him were vacant. He shifted in his seat and looked behind him again, wondering who would sit in those rows, but only saw families and couples standing around waiting for the aisles to clear up. The sounds of people shuffling around and chatting in low murmurs filled up the airplane cabin, along with the snapping noises of overhead compartments being closed and opened. Thomas turned around and settled back into his seat, adjusting his glasses again, and his gaze fell onto the seat in front of him. He reached forward and grabbed a magazine from the seat pouch.

The magazines were never interesting, yet Thomas found himself doing this every flight. He was currently flying back to the US for summer break, after starting his first year of college in the UK, but he had gone on some other flights before that as well. People shuffled past him as he looked through a Sears catalog, muttering to themselves and tugging their carry on luggage behind them. Thomas was about to slide the magazine back into the pouch and grab a safety pamphlet, but then he heard a sound that interested him.

He looked up. Standing next to him in the aisle were multiple girls, all chatting excitedly. They all looked to be about the same age, around Thomas' age, and although a few had different clothing on, such as sweatpants, shorts, or hoodies, most of them were wearing the same outfit, comprised of a plaid skirt, knee high socks, a white button down shirt and a black vest. They were all surprisingly attractive. The group of girls moved slowly past him, and Thomas watched as they started hoisting up their luggage, stowing it into the overhead compartments, and filling in the aisles directly in front of him. The girls' beautiful British accents were what had caught Thomas' attention, and he realized that he found listening to them chat way more interesting than anything he could read in the pouch in front of him.

The plane Thomas sat in had two aisles. There was a row of seats on either side of the plane, each one two seats wide, and a row in the middle which was three seats wide. Thomas sat on the left side of the plane, the window seat next to him vacant, as the group of girls settled into the empty seats around him. Most of them sat in front of him, but a couple sat next to him on the other side of the aisle, while two more settled down directly behind him. He hadn't been happy with his seat at first, because he had wanted a window seat but he bought his ticket too late, and he wasn't pleased that there was only one row between him and the toilets behind him. But now, seeing all of these attractive girls fill in the seats around him, he felt inclined to change his mind.

Thomas twisted around in his seat and glanced over his shoulder as two girls filled in the seats behind him, whispering together. One of them suddenly looked up and made eye contact with him, so he quickly looked away, glancing into the aisle next to him, where he saw a pair of tights-covered legs. His eyes traveled upwards, past the girls curvy hips, over her grey hoodie, and eventually her face.