The plan shook as I gripped my seat. My heart was beating rapidly as the flight attendant spoke over the microphone.
“We are experiencing slight turbulence, please remain seated with your seat belts on.”
Yeah, slight. I thought to myself sarcastically. If this was slight turbulence then I really didn't know anything about planes...which I did, my dad was an Airforce pilot years ago.
But this turbulence made everything else seem small. Bumps in a car, a boat rocking during a storm, a house shaking from high speed winds. I promise you this was a thousand times worse than that.
So of course, the person next to me decided to open the window. I happened to be seated right by the wing.
“Kid...could you please close that?” I asked the kid next to me.
“But it's soo cool!” He was eight probably.... Well, before I die I may as well introduce myself.
Hi, my name is James. At this time, I was currently seventeen years old, and I have an amazing fear of heights.
Lightning flashed, and for a moment I could see my reflection in the window. My sandy brown hair, short cut messy from the nap I had taken. My light brown eyes staring back at me.
My dad had been an airforce pilot in my younger years. After his accident, my mother had married a jerk of a rich man. I was happy for her, honestly. But I wasn't very happy with my life at all, sure, I had land to run on, maids, what not.. But it doesn't seem like a lot when nobody at your school would talk to you except to say.
“I'm sorry for your loss.” Or. “What a loser!” Or “When your dad was your age-”
So of course, I had finally snapped and attacked a teacher named Mr.Jacobson. He had said that my Dad shouldn't have left me and my mother alone, then a few other rude things. Like he had a choice? So of course, like an idiot my genius brain decided that punching the guy was a good idea.. I probably would have been fine, expelled, etc. Nope. I had kept punching him, over and over and over.
So, now I was on a plane, flying to Tennessee to attend a School for trouble youths. Yay!
The plane itself wasn't very big, but decent. The walls of the cabin to small and cramped for my taste.
I looked over at Jessica. She was in her early thirty's, and was in charge of making sure I arrived at the school okay. She was nice enough to where I didn't hate her. She had even got me a new game for my hand-held. It was a cheap game, but hey, who's complaining?
I looked back out the window, which of course was still open. The rain smashing against the window and side of the plane, sounding like what I imagined a million bullets would sound like.
The plane shook roughly again and I gripped my seat even tighter, closing my eyes.
“First time flying?” Jessica put her hand on my shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting fashion.
“In a while yes.. My dad used to take me all the time but-” It shook again. “I trusted my dad.”
“Well, you have better odds of dieing in a car crash than in a plane. So relax, we'll be on the ground again in no time.” She smiled.
“Luck hasn't exactly been on my side lately.”
“It'll be okay James...Lets talk about something else.”
“...What about you Jes, do you have a family.”
“No.. Just my parents, I haven't talked to them in a while. I was a troubled youth when I was your age, so helping kids like you became a sort of passion for me... Oh, my bad. I keep rambling on about me. What about you James, you gonna miss anyone?”
