Stranded

Chapter 5- Minor Malfunction

I breath a sigh of relief. Finally, I could relax and enjoy the flight. It was a lot of work, but I finally got a way to get to Australia. I put my hair in a bun, reclined my chair, and enjoyed the ride. After 5 mins of my eyes closed, I dozed off to sleep.

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When I woke up, the lights were off. It was completely dark. I'm scared of the dark. "Elijah?", I said, worried. Did I die? Is this heaven or hell? Please be heaven, please be heaven. I mumbled out loud. "Elijah?", I said again. "Yea?", he finally replied. I squealed like a 5 year old kid and gave him the tightest hug I've ever gave anybody. "I don't think I'm dead anymore", I said to him. "What?", he replied, laughing.

Then the lights came on. Everything went back to normal. "Diamond?, why were you in such a hurry back at the airport to start flying?", he asked. I chuckled. I told him the story about seeing the lady with a whole bunch of fancy clothes and accessories walking towards the jet. "I'm pretty sure that was the real Christine Miller", I said. "Yea, that sounds about right. I still can't believe Mr. Charles thought that we were the real deal. I mean look at us, we came out of nowhere, wearing some adidas joggers and some Air Jordan Retro 3's.", Elijah said. I chuckled. "Well it's no need to worry anymore, we're finally on a plane. With no Boomquisha, Christine Miller, or anybody else to stop us from getting to Australia.", I said as I pecked him on the lips. I lay my head on his shoulder and fall asleep again. Or at least I try to.

The lights shut back off, and the airplane starts shaking. Out the window, all I can see is the midnight sky and the ocean. The deep, scary, shark-infested ocean. "Elijah!", I scream. When I turn to look at him, I can tell that he's trying not to show how terrified he is. We hug each other tight. Tears start rolling down my face.

The light turns back in and off again. They keep flickering, and the plane keeps shaking. I just wish I was back at home. I wish I never sneaked out to go to Australia. I wish I went to my grandmother's house instead of going here. "I don't want to die!", I say. Just as I begin to cry even more, the plane stops shaking, and the lights stop flickering. Then Mr. Charles says something over the intercom.

Sorry about that, there was a minor malfunction. I'm pretty sure it won't happen again, he says, almost reassuring me. Almost.

"Did he just say that he's pretty sure it wouldn't happen again? As if it's still a possibility?", I say to Elijah

"Yea, what's wrong with that?", he says nonchalantly

"What's wrong with that? We almost died 20 seconds ago. And your asking what's wrong with that?", I say, shocked.

"Well, we would've been in the safety of Delta Airlines if you didn't get in that petty fight, wouldn't we?", he said back.

"Are you seriously gonna bring that up again? That was hours ago. I said I'm sorry, you forgave me. So get over it."

"Can you stop getting overworked over nothing!", he says

"Well can you start acting like you care for once!", I shoot back.

I turn my back towards him. I can't believe he even brought that up again. He's so petty and annoying sometimes.

I move to another seat and stare out of the window, and looked at the beautiful midnight sky. It had so many stars, some were big, some were small. I've never seen so many stars in my life. Then I looked down to the ocean. I couldn't believe I was about to fall into that. I have an an extreme fear of the oceans, mainly sharks. I got this fear because of "the incident". I remember that day perfectly clear.

Flashback:

I was 5 years old, And I had went to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina for vacation. Me, my mom, and my dad were all just playing in the water. It was in the shallow part of the ocean, because I was so young, and I didn't want to drown. For safety reasons, we always got out when it was high tides so I didn't get washed away or something. While we were playing, out of nowhere a high tide came, and a shark appeared. Me and my mom managed to run away from it, but my dad had somehow slipped and fell. The shark bit him really bad. We went straight to the hospital.

At the hospital, we waited and waited, praying that my dad would be ok. But unfortunately, the doctor came out to give us the bad news. "I'm sorry, he didn't make it.", he said sadly. I bust out crying and mourned for a very long time.

Flashback over

I started crying again. I really wish that I went back to South Carolina to see my grandmother again. I barely have family now. It's just me, my mom, and my grandmother. I had no sisters, I had no aunts, I had no cousins. Nothing.

I took my eyes off of the ocean and started looking at the sky again. Instead of seeing stars though, I saw a spiral.

It was a hurricane

Word count: 909 words😁

Hmmm, what's going to happen next?