Final Encounters
-Chapter 1
'The First Signs'
R&R

In front of her stood a huge Boeing 747, waiting at the Gate. Flight 387 was Traveling from New York City to Rome, Italy. Off the some two hundred Passengers was Ashley Massaro. The Young Seventeen Year old girl watch the Plane prepare for it's passengers, which thirty of them happen to be some of Ashley's Classmates.

Students from Doves High School, Class of 2009, were about to embark on a Journey across the Atlantic Ocean to Rome, An Amazing City. It was just a few weeks before there Graduation and the Class felt as if it was proper to take a nice little trip, in honor of completing such a milestone in life.

Over at Doves High School, Ashley Massaro was not really your average girl. Her long Blonde locks, with streaks of Pink and Black gave her the punk rocker look, along with her black t-shirt with the All-American Rejects shirt on, Dark jeans and her favorite pair of converse. Yeah, Ashley wasn't one of those Pretty Popular Girl. She considered herself Normal.

In her bag was a video Camera, which she would use to document the trip, for the school's video yearbook. Capturing every moment of this trip was her Job and she was going to do a great job of it.

Walking over to her, was Mickie James and Maria Kannellis. Mickie was her Best Friend; Since the first grade in fact. The two were absolutely inseparable. They'd spend long night gossiping about other 'special' people also known as people they hated and went on long shopping sprees, that would take hours just to find one little shirt.

Maria was Ashley's Other Best friend. Maria had moved from Chicago a few years back and the two Instantly clicked. Just like Mickie, Ashley couldn't live without Maria. The Redhead was always a compassionate person, caring and always out to help others, even if it would take so long, Maria would be there. She could definitely count on Maria, no Matter what.

"Ash!" Mickie screeched, "Still trying to figure out how to work that camera?"

"Yeah - After a few minutes playing around I have Finally figured out how to work it," Letting out a sigh, Ashley pointed the Camera to Mickie and Maria pressing record, "Say Hi Girls!"

"Hello!" Maria smiled, "Are you guys ready for the best Trip ever?"

"More than Ready! Doves High, Are you ready to watch us Lucky students go to Rome, Italy while some of you sit on your asses at -" Ashley shut off the camera, "Hey, Why'd you do that?"

"Mickie, The whole Graduating class is going to watch this and you're here talking to them like that?"

"When they get it, I'll be gone and In College, Baby. What, they are going to hunt me down of something? Oh, I'm so scared," The Brunette joked around, plastering a silly face on.

"And I have to sit on the plane, next to you. God, Shoot me now!" Ashley looked into the ceiling, hoping to be struck by Lightning, "I guess your going to put me through hell God.."

"I'm not Hell.."

"Then Why do you look like the devil himself?" Joked the Punk rocker.

Widening her Eyes, letting out a gasp, Mickie smirked, "That's it. Wait till you fall asleep. Don't be surprised to see a mustache on your pretty little face."

"It sucks I won't be sitting next to you guys," Pouting her lips, Maria sat next to Ashley, "I know I would have fun."

"But your going to sit next to Dolph, Maria," Mickie placed her palm on Maria's lap.

"And you like him. You guys can talk and maybe when you guys get to Rome, something will happen," Trying to keep her Spirits up, Ashley stared into Maria's eyes, "Your going to be fine and it might be the best thing you do on this trip."

"I guess -"

Ashley stood up from the seat, looking out the window at the plane. She felt herself slowly burning up in her cheeks. An odd vibe came across her body, feeling like she was sick. The hairs on her body stood up due to chills and she let out a shiver. Her stomach felt queasy as well.

"Oh God, I think I'm having pre-plane sickness," Ashley would always get sick before going on a Plane, it was only natural except she never felt her cheeks burn. Who knows what the could mean.

"I hope you don't puke like last time," Hoped Mickie, "Because it was really bad."

"I don't even want to know," Maria requested.

"Let's just head to the beginning of the gate and check if our seats are going to get called," Maria said.

The three girls all got up, walking over to the desk in front of the gate. Ashley took one more look at the plane. Feeling Odd, she didn't know exactly what was overcoming her. Looking over toward the wing, Ashley noticed a piece of metal falling off. She quickly shook her head, knowing she was just seeing things.

She caught up to Mickie and Maria, who were sitting in front of Mrs. Guerrero. Vickie Guerrero was Ashley's History Teacher. She was lovely woman but she had her bad side. If the class got out of control, All you would hear was 'Excuse me!' yelled out in an extremely obnoxious tone.

"Excuse me!" Shouted the Teacher, "Now, I have a List of the people who are going in now. There's already fifteen on board, along with Mr. Lawler. I have the entire list of people and where they are sitting. I shall call you by fives and you will each enter the entrance ramp, showing your boarding pass and heading into the plane."

"I better get my camera out for this big moment," Pulling out her Camera, Ashley began to record the students entering the plane.

Before she did that, she turned the Camera to herself, preparing to record her little introduction, "Greetings Class of 09! This part of out Video Yearbook, presenting you parts of the trip to Rome. I am your Host Ashley Massaro and along with Mickie and Maria, I'll be guiding you through our trip. A trip some of you are on while others, as Mickie stated, are watching this from home when this video comes out," She smiled.

She turned her attention to Mrs. Guerrero as she was going to call out names, "Okay, First Five. Katie Gord, Hannah Scott, Maria Kannellis, Dolph Ziggler and Henry Jacob."

"I'll see you girls on the plane," Maria picked herself up as she met up with Dolph at the desk.

"So, you ready for the trip of a lifetime?" Dolph combed his hair back with his fingers, letting out a smirk.

"I'm hoping this trip will be Amazing and I think you made it just a bit better," Flirted the Redhead as the pair walked into entrance ramp.

"Oh, They are so freakin' cute!" Mickie spoke.

"They should go out already," Groaned Ashley, just was she remembered the camera was on, "Oh, Camera! You weren't suppose to know that. Oh Well, I'll edit it out."

"Okay, The Next five. Frankie Collins, Kelly Blank, Cody Rhodes, Eve Torres and Hunter Court," Announced Ashley's Teacher.

"Now, Phil. Behave yourself and I'll switch seats with someone on the plane when you get your seat," The Blonde said, as she kissed her tattooed Boyfriend.

Kelly Blank, also know as Kelly Kelly. Yeah, don't ask why. Most popular girl in school. Your typical Blonde Bombshell, who was on the cheerleading squad and all that crap. What else do you expect from her to be? A geek? Get out of here

The man she was kissing was Phil Brooks or what he likes to be called, CM Punk. Most popular guy in school. Got all the girls and shocker, he had Kelly. The two had been dating for quite sometime though sometime he could be a real Ass sometimes. And A real ruthless one. Ashley hadn't had such a great experience with him. You don't want to know.

"Of course. I'll asked Frankie to switch with me when I get on," Punk kissed her once more before she headed into the entrance ramp, with her bag on her shoulder.

The next Two approaching the Ticket counter, were Eve Torres and Cody Rhodes. If you ever defined the word love in the dictionary, You'll see these two. Dating since there Freshmen year and still strong. Ashley had never found such a cute couple.

"I can't wait for your big surprise when we get to Rome!" Eve jumped around.

"Oh, You'll see," Cody anticipated, "And your going to love it!"

The two grabbed a hold of each other's hand and walked into the plane, hand in hand, side by side.

"Micks, I'm sorry. They are so freakin' cute together," Commented Ashley, as she looked at the camera, "Yes, I won't edit that part out."

"Okay, Let's keep it going. Next up is Janet Foster, Mike Mizzazin, Michelle McCool, Santino Marella," Pausing for a second, "And I'm next. Okay, Before I Head in, I'll announce the last Five and I'll assume you know who you guys are."

"Oh, I going back home to Italy!" Santino Spoke, in his Italian accent, "I can't-a Wait to have-a PASTA!" Santino Marella was a serious jokester. Coming from Italy only a few months ago, he gets to go back. His English was definitely butchered but you had to admit it was funny.

"Relax, Pasta Boy," Mike 'Miz' Mizzazin said. Now, if you look up Jerk. You'll see this guy. He's right below Punk on the Ass-o-meter. With his Cocky Attitude, no one really liked him nor his attitude.

"You Shut your-a mouth!" He yelled.

"Oh God, Can you two just Shut the hell up?" Asked the Blonde between them, "I mean, If I sit between you two and Have to listen to you guys, I'm going to kill myself."

Michelle McCool was your American Girl. Her attitude sucked sometimes but she was a nice person in general. If you caught her while she's on her period, she'll just Bitch and Bitch and Bitch to you. Not Fun, People.

"I'm going to stick some Italian sausage in his mouth and hopefully he will shut up," Miz spoke as he walked through the entrance ramp.

Santino Rolled his eyes, "I'll show you MY Italian sausage!" He shouted as he turned beet red. Not the best thing to say. He walked into the ramp, in utter embarrassment.

"Oh God, Please God. Save me from this pain and misery," Michelle rolled her eyes as she dragged her suitcase onto the ramp.

"Well, Before I head in, I'll announce the next and Final Five," Vickie looked at the List, "Well, you know who you guys are. Phil Brooks, Mickie James, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy and Last but not Least, Ashley Massaro," She Finally announced as

"Oh My God!" Mickie screeched, "I can't wait to get on the Plane. I find it exciting getting on a plane."

"Mickie, why don't you grow up?" Punk asked, "You act as if you are still five."

"Did anyone ask for you to speak?" Mickie shot a glare at the man, "Just keep your mouth shut!"

"Punk, Just get on the plane," A rainbow haired man stepped up, staring Punk in his eyes.

Jeff Hardy was his name. One half of the Hardy Brothers and probably one of the most laid back and chill people you'll ever meet. Ashley and Mickie were both good friends with him and enjoyed his company. Jeff had always stood up for Mickie. Jeff would see Mickie sometimes as a younger sister. But he wanted something more out of her. A true relationship, since after all he liked her.

"Shut it Hardy!" Punk snapped as he got on the entrance ramp and into the plane.

"He's an idiot Mickie. Don't listen to him."

"One step ahead of you," Mickie said as she walked down the ramp, followed by the Rainbow haired warrior.

Matt and Ashley were left alone.

They both gave one another odd stares. Ashley and Matt were once a couple. They were both so very much in Love but Matt couldn't be faithful. He cheated on her with one of her old friend and it had never been the same between the two. They tired to remain friends but it still didn't feel right. Ashley really wished she could have been friends with him still but what could you do.

"So, ready for the trip?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

The awkwardness was present even as Matt entered the entrance ramp. Ashley watched as the Hardy brother walk in. She let out a deep breath before she followed him, feeling her cheeks burn up again. She felt the entrance ramp shake lightly, scaring her a bit. It was if it was about to crash down onto the floor.

A/N:First Chapter, what do you think? Okay, I'm back with a Whole new Story. My Horror fic. It's suppose to be like Final Destination, for those who don't realize it. Pay attention because it determines how people die. If this story goes well, I'll definitely consider writing another :)
Super busy as of lately. Work has been tough and i finally got a chance to update. Hopefully this weekend, I'll catch up on my things.
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