This is it. I'm on my way to the job interview that could change my life. I was heading to Bridgetech HQ, a company that could send my life in a completely different direction. Bridgetech was located in a small coastal city called Waterhill off of the bay of California. I could barely contain myself as I boarded the small classic Boeing passenger plane to take me to my destination. The plane greeted me with a musty wave an elevator or a new refrigerator might bear. Me, just having turned 25, was about to have a job interview with the leading tier in computer programming and production. I took my seat at R18S2 towards the rear-end— which was a window-seat right by the left wing. I was deep in thought, thinking about if I would get the job and where I would live, when a woman—about my age—took the seat next to me. She had ginger-colored hair, her face was dotted with freckles and her turqouse eyes twinkled like a star in the night sky. She dressed casually, in a T-Shirt and Jeans.
"Hello," I greeted her, "I'm Sam."
"My name is Rose, nice to meet you," she replied with a slight British accent.
"Where are you headed to in California?"
"Oh, just to visit my mom in the hospital, she has serious cancer."
"That's terrible! I hope she heals soon."
"I do too."
The sun was setting as soon as the plane aligned with the runway to begin our flight. Rose and I continued to talk until we were in the air and the flight attendant offered us refreshments. As we chatted and ate, I took a side-glace out of the window. All I spotted was the fluffy tops of the cotton-ball clouds and the wing of the pane. Suddenly, the small aircraft shook as if a terrible force was controlling it.
"Please take your seats," the captain stated, "we are experiencing minor turbulence." But a split-second later, it only worsened.
BANG!
I quickly glace out of the window to spot that the left engine had blown and was slowly melting the wing above it.
Panicked, the captain managed to sputter out,
"E-e-everyone remain calm, we're going to attempt to make an emergency landing."
But no one remained calm. Passangers screamed and babies wailed. The plane shifted and when lopsided, as we slowly spiraled down in a counter-clockwise manner. Passangers were now crying, and clutching on to any children or anybody they could find. The plane now took a sharp nose-dive and the left wing sliced through a bridge, then violently exploded into flames. We plunged into the murky depths of the ocean, off of the coast of California. This is it, I thought, and I silently wept.
