It was what felt like eternity when it was truly three minutes. The longest three minutes I'd ever known. It all started when my mom planned a family vacation with all my siblings. Elliot, my 15 year old brother had chosen the beach and that we'd fly on a plane to travel there. At the time I thought nothing could go bad, oh, how wrong I was.
At five a.m. On Sunday May 27th 2015, the 5 members of the Harley family had boarded flight C57 for Ocean City, Maryland. As we started the climb I assured myself more and more that I would be fine. Once again, how wrong I was. What I thought were just turbulances became more hazardous making the pilot send warning through the microphone.
That's when it all went down hill – or down air. The plane started to violently shake until the pilot finally lost control. I could feel Allison, Elliot's twin, gripping my arm as the passengers and flight attendents screamed. What felt like eternity was actually three minutes. As a large boom hit the ground I couldn't resist to the sensation that was making my brown eyes go shut until they were closed and I was unconsious. I never felt the pain until I woke up three weeks later in a hospital bed with tubes around me, a mask on my face, and 5 unfamiliar faces around me.
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Lost Identity
Teen FictionThree weeks. Three weeks is all it takes to lose it all. 18 year old Danicka Harley is one of many to experience this. One accident can ruin it all. After Danicka loses her memory due to a plane crash in her uncle's helicopter she loses it all. Not...
