Missing

The Crash

"Bonjour, voulez vous un peu d'eau?" The blonde flight attendant asked me. Remembering my French I replied confidently "Oui, s'il vous plaît". She handed me a luke-warm bottle of spring water and continued on her way. I looked beside me at my sleeping friend Julie.

Julie was not the prettiest girl in the class. She wasn't the ugliest either. She had acne and blemishes. She wasn't the skinniest girl . Or the most popular. But she was my best friend and I loved her and all of her flaws. She had an amazing personality if you took the time to get to know her. Julie did, however, have the prettiest hair a girl could have. Her hair was black with perfect curls that fell just below her shoulders. Her hair matched well with her olive skin and bright green eyes.

My name is Cassandra. I'm a cheerleader for my school, York High. I'm seventeen years old with fiery red hair, all natural of course, and deep brown eyes. I have pale skin with a few freckles here and there on my nose. I took French because I wanted to be prepared for when I actually got to Paris. I never knew it would be in four years though. But I'm not complaining.

I was admiring the view from my tiny window of the dark blue ocean, when the plane started to shake. I didn't worry because I have been on a plane many times before and I thought it was just turbulence. After about six seconds the shaking stopped, but it was enough to wake Julie up.

"Bonjour, sleepyhead" I said as she rubbed her eyes. "Hey. Did I miss anything good?" She said. "Haha not unless a flight attendant giving me a bottle of water is considered good".

"I can't believe you didn't wake me up for that!" she replied jokingly. "I would've loved to"- she was interrupted by the violent shaking of the airplane again.

"What was that?" she asked me with fear in her eyes. "I'm sure it's just turbulence" I told her, even though it wasn't like any turbulence I had ever felt before. Julie had never been on a plane so she hadn't felt it before.

The blonde flight attendant came up to us again, her face filled with worry. "S'il vous plaît mettez vos ceintures de sécurité." she said. "Why is she asking us to put our seatbelts on?" said Julie, fearful again. "I'm sure it's just protocol" I reassured her, even though I was starting to worry myself.

The pilot came over the intercom. "Mesdames et Messieurs, nous sommes sur le point de tomber en panne. S'il vous plaît, préparer à l'impact." Translation: Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to crash. Please, brace for impact.

A series of screams starting coming from the aisles and Julie started hyperventilating. I didn't have any comforting words for her this time. No way to hide the truth. We were all about to die, and we all knew it too.

Julie passed out. I was grateful for that so she didn't have to be awake for it. The oxygen masks came down and, despite instructions, I put Julie's on first. As soon as I got mine on I saw a big heavy traveling bag hurdling towards my head. I heard a THUNK!

Total darkness........