"Are you okay, ma'am?" The attractive flight attendant asked Mara for the third time that night.
Mara's knuckles turned white as she gripped the armrests of her seat tighter. She was in fact, not alright. She'd had a fear of heights as early as she could remember and she didn't know what had possessed her to do this in the first place.
Claire.
Right.
"We'd invite you to come Daytona, Mara, but I know how you feel about flying," Claire had said in a saccharine tone that made Mara see red. So of course she'd foolishly tried to prove her wrong, no matter that it always ended up in disaster; just like right now.
"I'm fine," Mara said, trying to hold back from gritting her teeth into dust. Her mother would drop deadif she found out where she was and what she was doing right now.
Just part of a little drabble that got me inspired; this is the scared of flying au, idk if i should continue . . .
thoughts? -officerhale
p.s i promise as soon as i get some free time and hopefully fix my computer, i'll work on my other stories as well x