(IN PROGRESS) The Woman

(IN PROGRESS) The Woman

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On a cold,blowy, febuary morning day a woman boarded the 10 AM flight to London. As she sat on the plane she decided to practice her French, as that was one of the places she wanted to visit after London. After an hour the plane started to move. She closed her window, because she had a fear of flying. Once in the air she had eased a little bit. A few hours later she decided to purchase a cup of green tea and had ordered a pillow and a blanket. As the flight attendant was bringing her her pillow and blanket the planes right wing suddenly blew up! The airplane went into a massive barrel roll as it plummeted towards the water. She braced for impact, clutching the arm rest. Than they hit the water.
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Carla, a college student, was planning a trip along with her friends for the upcoming spring break. they decided to go to Miami Florida beach to get away from their current worries. it was all ruined when I got an unexpected call. it was my uncle. he said that my father was on his deathbed, that I was to immediately come home. and I said yes uncle I will be on the plane tonight and I will be there by morning and my uncle said ok my child I will see you then. after I hung up with my uncle I begin to hurry and pack. with tears coming down my cheek. hoping to see my papa for one last time before he passes I prayed. I got to the airport about 9 pm that night I boarded the plane and sat down in my chair. with tears still coming down my cheeks thinking back to the good old day that I had with my papa as I cried my self to sleep.

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