We are on our way to Germany, Berlin departing from UK, Manchester terminal 1. Me and my family are going on holiday, yes my family, Tia Mallard's family, that 13year old from Helton College, yes, it's the first time on holiday in 5 years, my first time abroad. I'm ecstatic can't believe we are actually going. The airport is crazy as it is the start of the summer holidays, children chugging along on their Trunki's and stressed out parents looking for their plane, yes, this is my family. Joe my brother is on his blue and green Trunki, slowly following mum around, while my mum, Clarissa is stressing out and running around the place asking about our flight to Germany. Meanwhile me and my dad, Robert (we all call him Robbie) I have the same big brown eyes as him, sit by and wait for our names to be called by mum. We sat for about half an hour before me and dad noticed that mum had found our plane on the screen and that she was waving us over.

Me and dad were excited, I noticed that we did a half skip half walk over to mum in unison. I knew this by the, look at those to idiots, look I got from an old dude with grey hair and a bit of a goatee that is sat on the end on the row of chairs with his carrot topped wife glared at us. I just turned away and strutted of with my family to our gate. On time, everyone still together, no one lost, we were nearly there. We arrived at the gate where we had to wait another 10 minutes until we were allowed to go and get onto the plane. When it was announced we could enter the plane, everyone stood up and prepared to enter the plane. The surge, the energy the excitement when everyone is told they can go onto the plane. Everyone pushing and shoving, it was madness.

We went down a few corridors, to arrive at the plane, where the man, his name tag said he was called, 'Ben', instructs you where your seat is, well he made me smile more anyway. We wiggled into our seats, mine right next to a window where I had a clear view of the outside, I could see the massive engine. I never knew they were so big, must be heavy. After everyone got onto the plane the cabin crew told us about safety, I thought they were joking when the pointed down the plane to show you where the exits were, they did. But I look at the safety sheet anyway, never seen one and you never know something might happen, but mostly likely, not. The captain's voice booms into the speakers, "This is your captain speaking, my name is Harry…", he seems to trail of, I'm not listening, I'm in oar of my surroundings, sat in silence, I'm loving it! The speakers fall silent and seat belt signs flash on. I click it on and watch cabin crew close doors and shut overhead holders. The excitement is growing. The plane starts to move, so elegant along the floor. It gets in a plane queue.

The adrenaline when the plane turns the corner and you're facing down the run way, I clench my fist and turn to look at my dad who's sat beside me grinning from ear to ear. Mum and Joe in front saying something but I aren't listening, I'm too excited. The captain revs up the engines, were about to go, it pushes forward, I so excited, I don't notice I'm tapping my feet on the floor, I'm nervous and excited at the same time. Not knowing what's going to happen and the excitement. Up, up, up, up, up, up …,"O.M.G. we're flying dad!"

We've been up for 15 minutes now, everyone is settled we are up high in the air. When I look out on my window the world looks like a miniature village, it's a great illusion, it's marvellous, the feeling that I'm flying. Dad leans over with me to peer out of the window and says in a quiet voice, even though everyone around us is been so noisy, "wow!" I say nothing, nothing is needed to be said. It's amazing, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world but been here now in this seat on this plane flying over England somewhere.

The moment is stopped by a bing sound from the plane, telling us it's O.K. to move around. But I don't I say transfixed by the world. As I am sat in seat 09F, Ben is soon at our sides asking if we "would like to purchase any refreshments" we say no and he swiftly moves on with a cheesy smile to the next person along. Dad breaks the silence again saying, "That is it we are officially on holiday!" I smile back and do a "woo!" This is a moment we haven't felt, or had in 5 years, what a relief.

Babies start to cry, people start to wander, Joe starts to moan at mum, and the man sat opposite them decides it's time to put his earphones in. Me and dad start to laugh but we just get some more serious faces, like the one the man gave me in the airport, back at us, but we just keep laughing. I don't get it, you're on holiday why is there the need to be so serious and unhappy. Get a bag of smiles! YOLO!

It is 40minutes into the flight and the cabin crew have gone around everyone on the plane. We are starting to get headaches from crying babies and the man opposite Joe has gone to the loo, as he was getting frustrated with his moaning. Suddenly the light on the seat belt flashes on with a bing and a cabin crew member, a woman, voice booms out, "Please can you put your seat belts on and sit down for a moment, we are expected to have some wind turbulence in this bit of the flight, sorry for any inconvenience." I already had mine on so I just carried on gazing out of the window watching people's lives go by. The plane starts to giggle, the woman was right about the wind turbulence. About a minute later the woman's voice booms out of the speaker again saying that, we are going to do a landing now as the weather conditions is unsafe, and that we shall be stopping in London, Heathrow airport. We will get you to Germany but we won't take any risks. Sorry for the inconvenience, so please keep seated until we land and then when we tell you that you can take your seat belts of you may take them off. Dad looks and me and says calmly, "Better safe than sorry, so our holiday might be delayed but does it matter, holiday here we come!" I see that mum has flashed an angry look over to dad through the seats and the man opposite has come back, he sighs and looks at Joe, to only find Joe smiling at him giggling.

BANG! Shrieks from around the plane call out, the plane jolts, and the engines slow down, what's happening? I'm scared now, mum is holding onto Joe and me and dad and looking around to see what's happened, all we can do is sit down. Dad says," The other engine has just blown up, there's a hole the plane, something must of got in it!" More screams shoot down the plane from further back. "But the explosion hasn't taken the engine out its still in tacked but people are dead down there!" The voice of the captain booms out "Stay seated and prepare for an emergency landing, I repeat stay seated and prepare for an emergency landing!" Me and dad stare at each other and duck down, there are more screams, the noise is tremendous, dad looks at me with scared eyes, "Don't worry everything will be O.K.!" I smile back at him nervously and get into my brace position, I'm shaking now. The captain's voice cries, "Brace, brace, brace, brace". Then silence…

I screwed up my eye's, I couldn't hear hardly anything I was being thrown everywhere, bang, bang, bang and thousands of screams. Scraping, ripping, crushing, like dolls, was this real? Am I in a night mare? I can't get out! Let me out! Everything seems to stop I slowly look up adjusting my eyes to my surroundings, as I was still in my bracing position. I was alive! I sat there for a second and the turned to my left, to see only my dad and me sat far away in only our seats about 100 metres away from anything else. I shout at him, " DAD, DAD, DAD WAKE UP!" he opens his eyes and smiles. Then I notice something has sliced some of his body of, blood pouring out of him, all his insides sliding out. I say, "Stay with me dad, I need you, were going on holiday remember, to Germany. So you need to get up and come with me to Germany. Come on dad." He's dying, I know he is but he still smiles at me. He says, "I can't wait it's going to be awesome." "Yeah, were going to do everything and I'll let you go and have a few beers if you want to I don't mind." "That'll be good." "Yeah, think about it all that beer dad, heaven." He just smiles. "I love you dad." "I love you too."

He's gone, I just hug him, I'm there hugging him for about 5 minutes, it feels like a lifetime. I love him. What am I going to do? I start crying. I'm holding his hand, it's still warm. His blood soaking in to my clothes, my newly bought black jumpsuit that I love, but I don't care, I don't love it more than my Dad. I love him too much to care. My light brown hair coated in blood and my fringe nearly black from the smoke. I look up taking a deep breath, to notice, I'm still in my seat with my belt on, nothing in front of me but carnage. I see everything soaked in blood. The plane in pieces, survivors running out arm in arm. Then I see an engine is missing. I take my belt of and stand up. There's something behind me, something big, I turn and I look up. An engine on fire, some of its blades missing, that's what's killed my dad a blade, chopping him in half. That's how everything is in pieces, chopped up by blades. The fire roars from it.

I hear a faint voice behind me shouting, "Run, run, run!" But I turn slowly and see a boy run towards me and pick me up, taking me into the distance. I wiggle and scream for my dad. But the boy keeps running, he knows if I stayed any longer I'd be dead. BANG! The engine exploded, nothing of my dad is left, nothing, I scream and tears sprint down my face.

He slides me to the floor and looks into my eyes, my wet, saw tired eyes. Who is he? Why did he save me? He says, "Are you O.K.?" I'm fine, my dad has just died. I just say, "Better than I could off been." "True." "Why did you save me? Who are you? Why?" It just came out like that. I want to say sorry now for been so stubborn. "I'm…" CABOOM!

Silence.

I'm running, I'm running once again for my life, why, I do not know, again.

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