Writer Speaking: I am dearly sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. I a have a busy summer but, I am not as busy in August so I hope to write much more in that month. I hope you are all still enjoying my story. Thank you so much for all the support. And remember, there is a comment section for a reason! Toddles! Enjoy chapter 5 and sorry if it is a little short!
Chapter 5: Owen Mallark
Haley has been "flying" this plane for hours. No, that an exaggeration, she has been keeping this rotten plane in the air for 30 minutes. It only feels like hours because my butt can't just stay in one seat due to the insane amount of turbulence. You know the term; It ain't broken, don't fix it. Well, that term does not apply to this plane. Yes, the plane is functioning, but there are holes on the side, the floors won't stop creaking and...
"This is your captain speaking, Uh, Owen I need your assistance in the cockpit if you are available," Haley yells on the intercom. I run up to the phone in the Isle.
"This is Owen speaking, just let me finish serving the mid-flight meal. Of course, I am available I will be right there,"I blurted sarcastically into the intercom. I ran up to the cockpit and saw Haley. She looked like she was about to pass out or... die! "What happ..." I started but Haley cut me off.
"That mid- flight meal is gonna be an end-flight meal, Owen," Haley gasped, frantic at the controls.
"W-What do you mean" I muttered just loud enough for her to here.
"I mean we are out of fuel the baby is going down. Now!" Haley Whimpered. Just then the plane tipped and began to plummet.