I feel slightly guilty as I bend down and see my white and gray husky caged and being readied to be taken aboard the plane. I look into his confused eyes and smile "don't worry boy, we'll be together again soon. Be good. I love ya Taser" I kiss his nose through the bars and can hear him whimper as they take him away. I quickly run to my gate and wait with my headphones in for the woman to unlock the passage to the plane. I sigh and grip my backpack to me with one hand then fiddle with my locket with the other, feeling the engraving I know by heart.
I suddenly look up and see people moving to my gate. I remove the headphones and follow suite. Once on the plane I brush past many of the people, already feeling nauseous. I take my seat with a heavy sigh, then buckle myself in, my backpack still hugged tightly to me. I look to my side and see a hansom man, with the most intense blue eyes there, a skinny pretty tanned blond next to him. I smile kindly and he smiles back. I then turn to my other side and find a bald middle aged man and give him the same smile.
As the plane takes off I grip the seat arms and suck on the hard raspberry sweet, suddenly there's a hand over mind, it's the bald mans. I look up to him and he smiles gently, obviously aware of my nervousness. I smile back and when the plane steadies I head for the bathroom, giving the man a small smile as I pass. When I reach the compact cubical I look to myself in the mirror and wash my face, trying to calm down. When my refection catches me I take note of my appearance, my curly dark chocolate brown hair, tied in two loose plats, ending just past my collar bone, my side fringe divided on each side, one bigger than the other, my rosy pink cheeks and lips popping out from my milky skin and icy blue eyes, my scarlet evil bunny t-shirt and black denim jeans highlighting my double D cups, hourglass waist and child bearing hips. I'm only small, five foot two, but I smile at the image and caress my locket, the silver vine rapped pail blue oval stone, hanging from a black leather strap.
When I get back to my seat I turn to the bald man "thanks mate." he looks at me confused "what are you thanking me for?" I give my side trademark side smile "when the plane was taking off, it helped." realization dawns on him and he smiles back "your welcome. I'm John Locke." he offers me his hand and I take it happily "am Jackie, Jackie Miller." suddenly there's a plastic cup in my face, I turn to see the hansom man as he says "it'll help with the nerves." I take it "thanks" and sip the fluid, its orange with a hint of alcohol. It seems to be working . I turn back to him and find him sharing a look with John "you two been talkin bout me while I was in the loo?" they grin and the hansom one says "kinda. We just noticed how nervous you were, that's all." that's when I notice that the blonds missing "thanks again…um?" he smirks "Boone" and I nod back. "so you a first timer?" I look between them and smile with a shake of my head "no, just never flown on me own before. Plus me dog, Taser, he's on the plane. He doesn't like bein away from me for to long." they nod in understanding.
Boone looks to us as asks "so what you two doing in Australia? Business or Pleasure?" John answers first "pleasure. I went on a walkabout. Hunting our own food, sleeping under the starts." I look at him in wonder "wow. That sounds refreshing." and Boone says "yeah, I couldn't even last two days without my cell phone! This plane crashes am sticking with you!" I smirk back at him "ditto!" he then asks "so what about you? Business or Pleasure? I'm guessing pleasure. Young girl, partying in Sidney, but fell out with your friends, right?" I laugh lightly "no, am not much of a party girl. I just made a mistake, moved out there and then realized I was wasting my life. I always wanted to go to LA. Now I am." they smile and then the blond sits herself down next to Boone.
He turns to her as she says "what's up with you?" she snarls him and says "you. I cant believe we're not in first class!" I smile kindly and lean down to see her better "hey it could be worse, you could be in wit the suitcases." I say sarcastically and she sneers "and who asked you?" Boone glares at her and barks "Shannon! Leave her alone." he turns to me with a sympathetic stare "sorry, she can be such a bitch…well all the time." I laugh and shrug "don't worry about it." when suddenly a man in running past us, the flight attendants seem to be chasing him. I look between Boone and Locke "looks like someone did a naughty." in a child sing-song voice.
The plane begins to jerk and my tray unlocks, it was me, I need to control myself. As the seatbelt light blinks on I quickly buckle up. I smile to the two nice men beside me as I fix the tray. After a moment of quite the plane starts to jerk violently and suddenly I cant breath! I focus on the oxygen masks, bringing them all down and quickly, with shaky hands, strap it to my face. I look to my sides making sure the others have theirs on. Boone dose and he's helping Shannon, John cant seem to reach his so I grab it and hand the mask to him. I grip my pack and scrunch my eyes closed. All I can hear is the screams and then the large pummel of wind as the end rips away. I scream inside my mask and suddenly the lights go out. The screaming still in my head.