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Chapter One: Flight 180

It was late at the airport terminal, so late that the sun was now past dusk and the moon was lighting up the dark sky like a light bulb to a dark room. Thousands of tear shaped rain drops poured down on the roof of the terminal, smoothing those who waited inside for their flights or loved ones. An occasional flicker of lightning would flash in the sky like a faulty wire sparking at an electrician as he attempts to fix it. The terminal itself was a monolithic structure designed to shelter hundreds of thousands of people, as their flights got delayed, cancelled or they just seeked shelter as they had no home to attend.

Flights had been running all day without a hitch but only recently tonight had flights been delayed as the brewing storm caused several international flights to be grounded and wait it out like the excessive red light any 8-5 office worker would verse each and every morning. But as Flight 180, direct from Paris, approached the McKinley Airport, the pilots began to grew weary of the storm and conditions they had to land in. But between both Rick and David, almost 30 years of experience was behind the stick of the Airbus A380, carrying 448 passengers eager to depart and stretch their legs after the tiring and exhausting ten hour flight.

Back down on terra-firma, a class of twenty-three senior students were awaiting their flight which was destined to leave at 10:35pm on the rainy Tuesday night for the hilly and snowy mountain sides of Switzerland for an expensive but yet impressive field trip. The trip had been pre-planned for at least over 18 months and pre-paid for at least over 6 months, it was going to be a geological and exciting experience for all of them, even those who had not even ventured onto a plane before..

Amongst the young-adults was Jack Chapel, Jack had been a hard-working student throughout his schooling career and a dedicated member to the community along with his upstanding morals. This trip for him was going to be the experience of a life time; he had worked so hard all these years, that it was finally time for him to take a vacation before he would start his degree at University in Professional Communication. He leaned his back against the red and blue padded seats that littered the boarding waiting area, with each crack and creak to determine how old they were.

He was a virgin to flying but anxious to know what the feeling was like. He looked down at his boarding pass ticket and double-checked the time against his watch again and again, it was his nerves getting the best of him. He repositioned himself in the connected army barrack like arm chairs that all of his fellow classmates were sitting on, the movement shook the whole row.

"Hey! Chapel! Can you sit the fuck still for two seconds! Please?" yelled Walter from down the isle Mr. Goodman, one of the teachers selected to also embark on the trip stood up immediately.

"Walter! Shut up!" he yelled with his boisterous and earth shattering voice

Walter immediately snapped back into his seat with a straight face knowing that he was skating on thin ice, one fuck up and he would be on a bus back home to his three roomed apartment with his two brothers and drug addicted mother. The thought of how Walter actually amassed the funds to pay for this trip still bounced around Jack's head, maybe he stole it off his brothers? Na, the both of them put together weren't that rich. Maybe he sold drugs on the street? Yeah that was probably it, drugs, wouldn't be a surprise.

"Honestly I don't even know how he's here" Jeremy said whilst sitting down next me

"Oh hey man, where you been?" I replied "I been looking for you"

"Ah just thought I'd stretch the legs… hit on the chicks" he winked

Jack turned his head on the spot and rolled his neck against the top of the seat to see two rows behind him Jess Smith and Amy McKenzie, the school's two prettiest chicks whom only ever desired to party and get shit-faced every weekend while dating the leader of the football team and using him as a personal slave taxi in his H2 Hummer. Thankfully Jason wasn't coming on this trip to cuddle and sex his girls, he had too much 'footy' training to concentrate on, plus he didn't want to travel half the globe without his prized Hummer right? But nonetheless Jason still turned up as I said that in his black and white jacket swinging his keys on his index finger like he was a somebody, acting tough like always. Jess and Amy both leapt to their feet to hold his steroid-fuelled arms. Jack turned his head back around with a small and exhausted sigh… women.

Jack turned back around and rested his head against the head rest again but this time raising his hood up and over his head so he could block out all the other crap around him. Just before he closed his eyes he noticed someone looking at him, he quickly snapped his head and looked in the direction of Lara. She was startled by him knowing she was looking at him and pretended she wasn't looking at him by half standing and looking past him, acting like there was someone behind him, there wasn't. After her badly acted routine was done she snapped back into her seat and began reading her book again, The Murder of Crows.

Lara was the quiet type who always had her head stuck into a novel, but when it came to class speeches she absolutely obliterated the competition, (not that there was many) and verbally flew like a politician in-front of a nation. She had a head-full of ideas; you would need a cork in her mouth to shut her up. Jack rolled his eyes and flicked his hoodie tight over his head again. He stretched out his feet to a comfortable position and shoved his hands deep into the depths of his pockets where you would find loose change. He felt his iPod with the headphones wrapped around it to secure them, he pulled it out. He plugged in the audio cable and placed the plugs into his ears and started selecting the song he wanted, swirling his finger around on the clicker wheel like race cars circling on an endless dirt track.

He selected a track and began to rest before he would reach his final destination.