Authors Note: So, I'm not sure what happened but I was going to finally update this story today and when I went to go open it (to refresh my memory because it's been about a year- which I'm sorry for by the way) it was gone. Actually, my other story is too so I'm not sure what happened. Luckily I had saved it to my mibba account and it was still there even though I deleted that account. So now I'm going to repost it.

I remember I had changed the boy's ages so I don't feel like a complete pedo. (Because obviously I am, I'm just in denial) I don't remember what they were so that just means I get to choose again. So here we go. Ralph=17 Jack=18 Simon=15 SamnEric=whatever age they were in the books/movies because they aren't potential love interests anyway xD Also, since I don't have your comments if you would care to let me know which (out of Simon, Ralph, or Jack) guy Bethany should end up with please let me know in the comments.

Now that I'm done rambling, happy reading. Let me know what you think. If you've already read what I had before, you may be happy to know chapter six should be up by tomorrow. No promises though cause apparently I suck at keeping them when it comes to writing haha.

Having a pilot as a father is definitely not bunches of fun. It means that I have practically been raised at an airport and have spent most of my childhood on an airplane. It also doesn't help very much that I have a fear of heights and feel less than secure with flying.

But what can I do? We don't pick out parents, and after my mother died my father's only option was to take me on the plane with him. After all he couldn't very well leave a six year old home alone all the time, and being a pilot doesn't exactly bring home enough cash to hire a house keeper. Of course I'm not six years old anymore, and you would think my father would finally consider me old enough to look after myself.

However, I think it's more likely that the reason he still takes me with him isn't that he doesn't trust me but more in the realm of that he is used to having me on flights with him. He's not one for letting go easily and he already lost my mother.

Before I go on I should probably tell you that this is not a sob story, my mother past away when I was six and yes I miss her but I also know she is in a better place. My father on the other hand hasn't gotten over her death, she was his first and only love, what do you expect?

I should probably also tell you a little about myself. My name is Bethany, more commonly called Beth, or Bethy by people I am close to. I was born on January 4th 1974 making me sixteen years old. And at this very moment I am sitting on an airplane flying a bunch of boy's home from military school. I sit with my seatbelt tightly fastened even though my father has informed us we don't need them on, and firmly clutched in my hand is an air sick bag.

It's not that I don't trust my father to get us there in one piece, I am almost 100% sure that he will, it just makes me feel much safer knowing I am buckled in, and the air sick bag is there for obvious reasons.

Beside me sits a kid with straight blonde hair, cut in a sort of mushroom cut. Come to think of it a majority of the boys on this plane were sporting similar if not identical hair dos. I guess it's some kind of weird military school thing. His eyes are a beautiful ocean blue and as much as I hate sounding like your typical boy obsessed sixteen year old girl, he was very handsome. Right now he is leaning around the seat in front of him, whispering to a less attractive boy with dirty blonde hair.

You know that feeling you get when someone right beside you is talking about you? Well at this moment I am overwhelmed with that very feeling. It could be just me being paranoid, or it could be the fact that he is whispering and every once in a while him or the other boy stop their conversation to look in my direction.

Finally he stops his conversation to lean back almost pompously in his seat, the other boy now looking around his seat directly at me.

"So…" he begins looking down at his nails and not at anybody in particular. For a second I think maybe he's continuing his conversation with the boy in front of him, only less discreetly. But then he turns his head towards me looking me straight in the eyes. "I don't mean to pry but me and my friend Roger…" he says pointing a finger to the other boy who in turn waves at me. "…were wondering why you're here, on this plane."

"Well you waste no time in getting to the point, do you?" I said glaring at him, I preferred to be an invisible presence I hated it when people paid tribute to the fact that I was there.

"Well I guess so, but it's a natural question. I mean this plane is supposed to be for the kids flying home from St. Johns military academy, which is an all boy's school. And since I don't see any signs of you being a boy it seems to be the obvious question to ask."

"Well maybe I…" I begin but am not able to finish. At this moment the plane begins to shake violently cutting me off mid sentence.

"Everybody this is your captain speaking. We seem to be having a bit of technical difficulties at this time I ask that everybody remain seated with your seat belts tightly fastened and…."

The plane shakes again this time causing the lights to flicker, luggage to fall out of the over head cubbies, and a shriek or two from some of the younger passengers. Utter chaos takes over the plane and my last thought before my vision goes black is, 'My fears are coming true.'