To say Alice was nervous when Jonathan was announced as a pilot was an understatement. If memory served correctly, there had been someone else selected and approved of to fly the plane. It shouldn't have been a big deal, but being a sing,e father of an infant had put Jonathan on a sporadic sleep cycle. His sleep-deprived self leapt at any chance to rest away from his baby. Fine and well, really, unless you were piloting a plane.
She gave a weary glance at her Aunt Minda to see if she had reacted the same. The raven haired girl saw it; the same nervousness she felt etched onto her relative's face.
Milyah stepped in front of her line of sight. "Alice?" she asked worriedly.
"I'm fine! Just a little concerned is all," was the immediate reply. Alice knew to always answer quickly and not to get others entangled in her problems if she had the chance. So that meant don't tell other people on the plane that something may happen and not tell them that they may need to brace themselves.
She paused.
That didn't sound right in her head.
Her fingers drummed away on her leg as she took a second to think. When that didn't work, she grabbed Milyah and yanked her towards Minda. "Actually, come with me."
The walk, however short, was brisk. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Alice thought her composure seemed similar to that of her authoritative (not to mention awesome) aunt.
Her aunt always got things accomplished. She was a powerful woman, and the whole world rested in the palm of her hand thanks to hard work and leadership.
Alice shook her head. She wasn't anything like that. Alice was a first grader who had lost everything and cried at the drop of a hat. She and her aunt weren't even on the same spectrum.
"Where are we going?" Asked Milyah, snapping Alice back to reality.
"Front of the plane. I have to check on something," Alice answered slowly at first, then quickly moving to spilling each word faster than the last.
"Never keep anyone waiting." She reminded herself.
When the two girls reached the pilot's quarters, (Alice refused to say the other word) Alice took a deep breath. She had to be prepared for this, else something could easily go haywire.
She knew so little at the time.
Even when she was prepared, something would always go haywire.
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There Is No Comfort Zone
Teen FictionThe girl's name was Alice Glasscard, and the reason she had been crying most certainly was because of her parents. Alice was homesick. Because on the first day of first grade, her parents had been among the deceased for two days. Now, she lived with...
