Dear Emily,
I'm on the plane. I've never been on a plane, except when I was eight months old, and I obviously don't remember it. But I think you know that. Well, knew that.
I'm sitting at the window beside of mom; dad's sitting with an old woman across the aisle. I'm not sure what time it is. I'm pretty sure we've been on here for about fifteen minutes, but mom's already asleep. I have no idea how. It's supposed to take about an hour and a half to get to Kentucky. I'm not sure how we'll be leaving the airport. We sold our car already; our neighbor - Mrs. Kennedy - drove us to the airport in Florida.
Is it wrong to keep imagining the plane falling out of the sky and bursting into flames?
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
