Shelly's World
Chapter one: Accidents Happen
It was a warm day in Los Angeles, California. Shelly and her dad were at the airport getting ready to go on their visit to India. Her dad was talking non-stop about it.
"You're gonna love this place, Shelly! The people there are so friendly and since there's not a whole lot of activity there..." her father said excitedly.
"Whatever," Shelly said, down in the dumps. She did not want to go to India, and she most certainly didn't like places with no activity. She tucked a small strand of her golden blonde hair behind her ears, as she sighed and bit her lip.
"Oh, cheer up, honey, it'll be great. You'll see," her father exclaimed. He put his hand on her back and patted it. Shelly rolled her eyes in frustration. "What a boring way to spend my vacation," she thought.
"You know, this is where your mother and I first met. I-" he started.
"Will all passengers with flight number thirty-eight please come to the gate. I repeat, will all passengers with flight number thirty-eight please come to the gate," a voice over the loudspeaker shouted.
"Come on, Shelly, let's go," her father said. The two ran over to the gate to where the airplane was. They handed their tickets to the lady standing there, and they rushed in the airplane. There were very few people, only about four.
"A lot of people seem to agree with me," Shelly thought, "because there aren't many people on this flight." She sat back, closed her eyes, and waited for the plane to lift off the ground.
The flight was long and boring. There was nothing going on whatsoever, and when the flight attendants handed out the food, they had looks of exhaustion on their faces.
After five hours of flying, Shelly began to fall asleep. But it wasn't long until the airplane's loudspeaker came on and woke her up.
"Hello, everyone, in just ten minutes we will be landing on Mineral Village. Please keep your seatbelts fastened, and remain seated at all times. Thank you for listening, and thank you for choosing Smith Flights," the voice said.
"What? MINERAL VILLAGE?!" Shelly screamed in her head.
"What? MINERAL VILLAGE?!" her dad screamed out loud. He unfastened his seatbelt and stood up. He walked toward the head of the airplane.
"REMAIN SEATED AT ALL TIMES!" the voice shouted. Startled, Shelly's dad ran back to his seat, embarrassed.
The plane landed. Everyone got out except for Shelly's dad.
"Dad, let's go!" Shelly shouted to her father.
"I'm not getting off of this plane! I wanted to go to India and I'm going to get my wish!" he yelled.
"Fine. Good-bye, Father," Shelly said. She got off the plane.
"Wait! Shelly, where are you going?" he yelled again, his face red. There was no reply from the girl.
"Shelly! You can't go!" he screamed. He thought about it for a minute and sighed. He got off the plane and caught up with his daughter.
"Jeez, Dad, it's about time that you caught up!" Shelly exclaimed, looking up into the sky. "I think we're going to like this place."