ERRR MERRR GERRED! I'm SO sorry everyone! I've been SO busy, and I know that's what I say every single time, but it's true. I mean we all have lives right? I'm just dealing with all the work that comes along with being in the eighth grade. We're graduating in a few months, and these are my last months to give out a big SHABANG! Before the school years over. Plus, STAR testing is starting at the end of this week, so I honestly don't know when I'm updating again. And as far as a date to when this story will be wrapping up production… *sigh* … don't even ask.

He noticed her, and he noticed her well. Camille knew he had seen her, and even though she was trying to avoid any eye contact, he was shooting daggers into her back, and if looks could kill, Camille would have been long firkin gone. She whispered the news to her team mates, and the secret eventually passed to John. Camille was doing nothing now but counting her luck stars, starting a small upcoming will in the back of her head, and praying that what, John wouldn't put her in any kind of danger kill situation.

"MICHAAAAALLLLLLLL" John shouted loud enough, for mmmmm, maybe the entire continent of ASIA to hear.

So much for that wish.

My will-

Mom can have the car, Dad can have all my makeup and dresses, Jo can have my house, because she did, after all buy it for me, Logan can have the washing machine, and Kendall can have all my baby pictures… Carlos can have the- Wait. That's not right.

God, I couldn't even think straight now.

After Johns nice kill murder scream, Michael turned around, and john quickly walked over to have a nice little chat with the fella. But the end of their meeting, john face had turned thirteen shades of red, and he was storming back towards us with clenched fists. Nice? Scratch that. Murderous? Ding ding ding ding!

John didn't even want to tell anyone what had just gone down, but by his face, everyone could tell he was beyond mad, and this wasn't going to be the last they see of Michal.

They finally boarded their private plane, and took off to Monterey. Camille wanted to enjoy the ride like everyone else, but she was too busy thinking about the escape plan for her in case Michal had bombed this plane.

Even though Camille had sweated through three sweatshirts by now, she had safely landed in Monterey, and was now headed from New York to London with Jo and the boys. She had told them the whole story, which resulted in more worried faces.

"I'll keep you safe Cami," Logan whispered, "I won't let anything happen to you even if I have to die trying." Kissing the top of her head.

Camille felt so safe and secure in his arms, she just melted into them.

"Thanks baby, I know you will."

They had about six hours left on the plane, Kendall had fallen asleep on Jo's shoulder, while James was reading a men's fashion magazine, and Carlos was playing a game on his DSi. Logan was happily snuggled up in Camille's chest, fast asleep, which Camille found adorable. Most of them were tired, and one by one found them falling asleep, until all of them were cuddled up, in a deep slumber.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Everyone was awakened by the most ear splitting bang you've ever heard. The plane was now unusually louder in noise, and they could hear the engine start to slow down. The plane dropped about 200 feet which caused the whole plane to go up in havoc.

"What's going on?!" Jo screamed, surprisingly loud enough to be heard over the now constant, horrifically loud engine noise.

A stewardess ran out from the pilot cockpit, fear evident in her face.

"Three of our four engines have failed! We're going to crash!"

AHHHHH! They're going to crash! Wow! That was unexpected! Maybe not…

What do you guys want me to do? Do you want me to go with the plane crash and see how it works out? Or should I make it Camille's horrible nightmare? What do you thing? Leave your idea in the comments; I really would love to hear them!

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