Out of order, but I had to write this one down! Airplane! I hope you guys like it cause it's long and wordy! Enjoy!

Airplane

(Maria Pov)

I started up the engine and activated the speakers above my head. Being the first woman to fly this plane gave me a great thrill. To get people use to a woman pilot however, my boss made me disguise my voice as a guy.

"This is your pilot speaking. Make sure your seat belts are securely fastened and enjoy your flight to California," I said in a cheery professional tone.

The plane warmed up, and then steadily made its way off the ground and into the sky, leaving the land behind us. I waited for the plane to reach its appropriate height in the sky before announcing yet again.

"This is your pilot; you are now free to move around the cabin."

I turned off the seatbelt warning sign before placing the plane on autopilot and getting out of my seat. "Watch the controls," I told my copilot.

Closing the door carefully behind me, I inched my way into the bathroom and pulled out a change of clothes from a secret compartment. Slipping off my white pilot's uniform, I changed into the flight attendant attire. When I finished, I stepped back to look at myself. I had on a standard light blue buttoned shirt with a dark blue knee-high skirt hugging my legs. Tying my blonde hair into a bun with a hair tie that matched my turquoise eyes, I stepped out of the stall and grabbed a drink list before making my way outside. Since this was my first time flying, the boss gave me the challenge to fool everyone on the plane into thinking I was a flight attendant. If I won the challenge, I got to fly more in the future.

Going through the aisles, I checked off everyone's drinks. Everyone on the plane seemed bored and stiff as I got their drinks. 'Coffee… Coffee… Coffee…'

Then a surprise group caught my eye as I made my way down. There was a giant man in an orange skin tight suite with short black hair with a streak of white. He seemed to be blabbering on about weapon designs and ghosts to his wife and kids.

'Ghost's don't exist…' I thought.

The wife had on a similar blue suit, but she had it stretch to her head with a pair of red tinted goggles that covered most of her features. She had her legs crossed and she stared at her husband with a pained smile on her face. The boy had on normal clothing (thank goodness). A standard red and white shirt with a pair of plain blue jeans told me he was an average pale teenager. He had pitch black hair styled into large bangs that drooped in front of his bright sky blue eyes. He stared out of the window, occasionally looking at his father to show he was paying attention.

I moved to the side of them and asked pulled out the list. "What would you like to drink?" I asked.

All three of them looked over at me and gave an identical answer at the same time. "Hot chocolate please."

I broke into a big smile and wrote down their order, happy that these people weren't stuck up businessmen or boring black suited tourists asking for coffee. The boy noticed my change in mood and gave me a small smile before returning to looking out the window to watch the clouds that reflected into his sky blue eyes (his eyes really were the same color as the sky). I smiled back, clicked my pen closed and made my way to the back of the plane to make the drinks.

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After handing out all the drinks, I planned to go back to the control room to check my copilot, when suddenly the assistance alarm sounded. I took a deep breath and made my way over to the row that needed help. I was surprised to find the rave haired teen sitting alone.

"Ah, miss, could we get some pillows and a blanket for my dad?" He asked while pointing a finger towards the front of the plane. I followed his finger to find his mother standing outside the bathroom door with her arms crossed and her right foot tapping the floor impatiently. "My dad shouldn't have ordered hot chocolate for a long plane ride… sorry."

"No problem," I reassured.

After retrieving a large pillow and blanket, I handed them to the boy and put on a big grin. "It's so sweet that you care so much for your parents."

The boy rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at me shyly, "and you're really nice… not like the other attendants."

I leaned in and told the boy my secret, thinking he deserved to know for being so kind and observant. "That's sweet of you to tell the thirty year old pilot Maria Grannet," I whispered with a wink from my right eye.

The boy had such a shocked look on his face that I almost laughed.

"I-I won't tell…" he stuttered as he waved his hands to protest if I didn't' believe him.

"Don't worry about it… um…"

"It's Danny."

"… Danny. Just don't let anyone know, okay?" I asked in a serious yet light tone.

Danny looked at me and gave me a look that made me burst into a gigantic smile, larger than the smile I had on already. "You can count on me."

I left for the control room feeling younger than I had in years.

'He's a great kid…' I thought in a singsong voice.

Sadly, my joy didn't last long. Before I could get into the front of my plane, a black haired scruffy man with a large scar on his left cheek (how did I miss that?) grabbed me and held a sharp piece of plastic to my throat. "Everyone stays where they are," he shouted.

The passengers started screaming and ducking under their seats as more balk clad men stoop up with similar weapons.

"We've placed plastic explosives around the plane! Bring us the pilot or the young lady get's thrown into the sky!"

Despite my panic, I couldn't help but role my eyes. 'I'm the pilot you idiot.'

Danny's parents were cornered when his dad came out of the restroom. Both of them glanced at me being captive, and then their gaze shifted to their son. Danny stepped out of the seats and walked over to me and the guy I assumed was the leader.

"I'll take her place," Danny announced with no fear in his sky blue eyes.

The guy started laughing evilly at the boy's rash bravery. "Fine then… if you want to be the hero, so be it!"

He released me and grabbed Danny by the arm before leading him to the door at the front of the plane. People were screaming for him to get away, but his parents looked… calm? The leader noticed this as he opened the door and pushed Danny near the edge, his hair whipping around in the wind.

"Why aren't you guys cowering and fearing for this boy's life? I'm about to push him off the freaken plane to his death!"

"He'll be fine!" his dad said happily, but switched his face to a fake somber expression when his wife jabbed him in the side with her elbow.

"I'll be fine," Danny assured them, before looking at me and giving me a wink.

'What?'

"Cheeky little brat!" The leader roared in rage.

However, before the leader could shove the boy out of the plane, Danny took one step and jumped out himself. His black bangs were the last to go as he disappeared over the edge. My mind froze as I stared at the open door.

Those terrorists just killed Danny, and his parent's didn't even care!

Oh! Cliffy! I'm evil! Throw rotten tomato's at me if you want! Throw boxes at me using the box ghost, or send Klemper to annoy me! Just don't kill me! And PM me if you want : ) Until then,

Chow! : )