Sarahtopia

Chapter 13: Natasha

'This is it. I'm finally leaving.'

I looked outside the jet window, minutes before taking off and leaving behind the place I've been in since I was born. I was excited; I mean, who wouldn't be? But I was also nervous. This was the first time I was leaving Sarahtopia, and I couldn't help but to feel a little sad. I let out a sigh, hoping that where ever I was going was worth leaving my home behind. 

"You alright,  Natasha?" I heard a voice say behind me.

I turned around and saw Harry Style's face gazing upon me worryingly.  I gave him a small smile and replied, " Yeah. Just a bit nervous, I guess."

Harry smiled back, "Don't worry! I'm sure everything will be alright."

"Thanks."

He nodded and proceeded to sit in the seat behind me with Cameron Dallas. Shawn Mendes, on the other hand, took the seat next to me. He enthusiastically struck up a conversation with me.

"Alright everyone! Make sure you have your seat belts on properly and that you are comfortable cause we are about to take off!" the cheerful voice of Beatrice Flannel, Alison's assistant and private jet pilot, rang out from the speakers. 

Right after the announcement,  the plane started to move forward,  steadily getting faster. Then it took off into the air and started gaining altitude.  I looked outside the window, watching Sarahtopia get smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the horizon.

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"Natasha! Shawn! Wake up!"

My eyes fluttered open, coming face-to-face with a shirt. Shawn Mendes's shirt to be exact. When I realised that fact, my face had exploded into its signature red. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I cried out my apology with a red face and quickly scrambled off him.

Luckily, Shawn hadn't woken up completely,  so he didn't notice that- somehow or the other- at some point in the 10 hour long flight, the pair of us had fallen asleep on each without knowing it. 

And I was still embarrassed and blushing brighter than fresh tomatoes at the mere thought of that.

So, back to the voice that woke us up. Standing in front of us was Beatrice scowling and looking terrified at the same time. Anyone could tell something was wrong.

Shawn yawned and rubbed his eyes then asked her, "Why did you have to wake us up? I was having a really nice dream!"

Bea rolled her eyes and replied, "Because we are about to land in 10 minutes, and you have to fasten your seat belts."

Suddenly, I realised something. "Wait, Bea. If you're here, then whose flying the plane?" I inquired.

Beatrice flinched. 'Well this ain't good,' I thought. That was when another thought struck me.

'Please don't let me be right,' I silently pleaded. "Wait a sec...... Is Alison flying the jet?" I inquired from her.

Beatrice's face turned from uncomfort to pure terror. She gulped and nodded. 

Almost immediately,  I tightened my seat belt and gripped my armrest as tight as I could and closed my eyes and prayed for my survival silently.  Beatrice quickly followed. 

The other three were staring at us like we had gone mad. "Ummmm....Are we supposed to be worried about Alison flying our jet? I mean, I'm sure she's not that bad," said Harry.

Beatrice stared at him as if he had just said 1 + 1 was 3. "You don't get it. Alison treats all vehicles like roller coasters. You should not be worried. You have be praying for your life!"

The boys just stared at each other in confusion before proceeding to tighten their seat belts.

And they were luckily they did it then and not later.

For as soon as they finished, the screams of horror had commenced. 

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"For Godsake, a jet is not a motorbike!" Beatrice yelled at Alison. 

We finally gotten off the jet, and not exactly in a presentable manner. Shawn Mendes and Harry Styles had gotten sick and rushed off to the nearest restroom they could find. Cameron and I were leaning on each other for support since we were pretty sure our knees would give away if we didn't. (That was the one time I didn't blush at the close contact, and it was because I was too busy trying not to puke at that time.) Beatrice, green in the face, was scolding Alison for trying to kill us.

On the other hand, Alison was laughing. The rest of us glared at her. I mean, she tried to kill us! And she's laughing about it as well! WHO IN THE WORLD FLIES AN AIRCRAFT AT THE FASTEST SPEED THERE IS, MAKES SHARP TURNS AND DROPS STRAIGHT TO THE GROUND???!!! All. At. The. Same. Time.

"We're back!" cried out the pair who had gotten sick. Their skins were still a bit green.

That's when another voice grabbed my attention. The high-pitched screech could have made my ears bleed. "CAAAAAMMMEEEERROOOONNNNN!!!"

I turned to see a blonde haired female dashing towards us. She flung herself onto Cameron and wrapped her arms around him.

The only coherent thought that I had then that I can share with you was: What?!