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"So, what was the last thing your parents said to you?" Mat asked, investigating. I scanned the room with my eyes. "I can't remember, but they did leave me a note." I motioned him to a medium-sized paper that read:

Monica,

We'll be gone for a week in Alaska. Your dad has some important business to do there. Stay safe and if anything goes wrong, call us. Take care and we love love love you! :)

"Hmm, then I guess we could go check the airports first. Alaska is way far from here." Mat said, clicking his tongue. I nodded in agreement. "When and how do we check it then?"

-Mom

10-20-13

"I have a friend who works at the nearest airport from here. Maybe we could find him. If we couldn't have any information, we move on to the next airport." I am impressed on Mat's witty words. Finally, I can go see my parents again. I shed a tear and rushed to his arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you...!"

We've reached the airport Mat was talking about. I must say, it's pretty huge. I'll just leave it up to him. "Hang on. Let me just contact him." He took a few steps away from me, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

My exploring nerves hit me. I badly want to find my parents. Frantically, I searched from the outside, then the inside. A couple minutes of looking around was no use. Then, something sparked my attention: the channel on every tv.

"The plane 158-4, flight to Alaska on October 20th, has experienced a deep tragedy, crashing onto the sea and partly land. There were at least 450 passengers: 7 survived and the rest were dead."

My eyes widened in shock as I saw the plane. Those words...no. I don't want to believe it, but part of my mind says yes. I stuck a shuddering hand in my bag and glanced at the note.

-Mom

10-20-13

"...flight to Alaska on October 20th,"

No...no this is a big lie. It can't be true. "Monica!" I heard Mat called. "Monica, did you find a-" I pointed to the tv with my cold hand. "What?! Why?" Tears flush down my cheeks, collapsing to Mat's arms. I cried and cried, hoping that it's just a dream.

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