*Disclaimer: I don't own any characters except for Margaret
Please don't post any flames. This is my first fan fiction*
Marooned
"Margaret Anderson," called my teacher, Mrs. Smith, with a shrill voice.
I rolled my eyes. What more could she want? It's bad enough that the government was tearing my family and I apart by sending me to Australia and my older brother to join the war effort in Germany. Besides, not only can I not stand her voice for over two minutes, I think that she hates me. So, as a result, I ignore her and keep talking with my friends.
" What do you think the weather will be like in Australia? Do you think there will be any nice boys there,"' my friend Annie never stopped asking questions.
" I sure hope there will be nice boys there," my other friend Catherine answered, "But if there aren't, I've heard that the weather in Australia is always really nice."
Annie opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but then she immediately shut it. She stared at something behind me. I heard someone clear their throat. I slowly turned around and came face to face with Mrs. Smith.
"Margaret Anderson," she repeated in her annoying voice, "Would you please come with me."
We walked over and stood behind a group of about forty boys. They were all different ages and there were about five different school uniforms in the group. They were boarding a plane as Mrs. Smith and I spoke.
"This is your plane, Margaret," my teacher said.
"What?"
"They have one last seat on the plane. You are the first person on my list. It's your seat."
"Can't you put someone else on the plane in my place," I was almost begging.
"It must go in alphabetical order. You need to go on this flight," Mrs. Smith never wavered from her routine.
"Can't I at least say good-bye to my friends?" "Why do you need to? You'll be seeing your friends in a couple of hours. Now, go grab your bag and get in line."
I went over to my group of friends. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, I entered the circle and picked up my suitcase. Without saying a word, I left again and got into the line of boys. It had decreased a significant number, as almost everyone had already boarded the plane. There were only three boys in front of me. I went through the gate, took one last glance at my friends and went to board the plane.
The plane looked very small, as though it could not hold every one of us on it. There was a set of stairs that led to the entrance. Before I was able to climb the steps, I had to give my bag to a man beside the staircase. When I asked him why I could not bring the bag with me, he explained that the bags went into a separate compartment in the bottom of the plane. He told me too quickly get onto the plane as it was scheduled to take off soon. I reluctantly gave the man my bag, then mounted the stairs.
Once I got onto the plane, my stomach sank. I had been right. The plane's interior was very small. There were seats lining the sides of the plane, no windows and it seemed as though boys had been squished into the seats. There were no free seats. Frankly, I was glad. I had despised the fact that I was going to have to spend hours in a plane full of boys. I knew I could not stand it. I was just about to turn around and exit the plane when a man came out from behind me. He nodded to me and gestured for me to follow him. He led me to a seat in the very rear of the passenger tube, closes to the pilot's cockpit. I looked very closely at the man. He seemed very familiar. He had mousy brown hair, actually quite similar to mine. He carried himself as if he was six feet tall; when in reality he was about 5' 5", just an inch or two taller than I was. He motioned for me to sit down. I looked very closely at his pale face. It was really him!
"Harry," I whispered in disbelief.
"Hi, little sis, " He smiled.
"I don't believe it! Is that really you? I thought you had gone to the front lines," I had so many questions, and more kept bubbling up inside me.
"I can't talk now. You need to sit down and buckle up. There's a storm warning and I want to make sure you're going to be safe," he winked, " We'll catch up when we get to Australia."
I was so relieved. My biggest fear had been the fact that a letter from my brother's squadron leader would come to our house any minute saying that Harry had been killed. I smiled at my big brother and sat down. I put on my seatbelt and Harry made sure that it was tight enough. I couldn't wait to get to Australia now. I would be able to talk with Harry for the first time in six months.
The little boy beside me was staring. I quickly realised that I had been smiling about the thought. Also, I would meet up with my friends in a couple of hours. The only thing that had me doubting that I would actually make it to Australia was the storm warning Harry had mentioned. As soon as he had mentioned that, my stomach had dropped. I tried to convince myself that we wouldn't get caught up in the storm while in the air, but it didn't work.
So I concentrated on what my friends and I do when we were in Australia together while I waited for the airplane to start moving. We would surely have to go to the beach and maybe have a picnic there. Perhaps there would be some young men that we would be able to court while there. I knew Annie would be especially happy if there were.
The engine started. I could feel my stomach rise into my throat. I closed my eyes and pressed my back up against the seat. The plane began to roll down the runway. I tried to focus on the picture of Australia I had designed in my mind, but it kept slipping away. I tried again to focus on the picture my eyes pressed shut. I felt the plane lift off the ground. My ears began to pop almost immediately. A small hand wiggled into mine.
I looked over to the little boy beside me. He was almost in tears. I squeezed his hand to reassure him. He looked at me gratefully. I smiled. I was about to ask him what his name was when a wave of sickness came over me. I closed my eyes and again to focus on something else. The wave passed over me after what I supposed was about ten minutes. When I turned to talk to my little friend, I saw that he was asleep.
I looked closely at him. He was about six. It was probably his first year of school. He was a very pale boy, which was very unusual where I come from. His family must be very well off, I thought to myself. He had hair black as night, and freckles dusted his face. He was a very docile little boy, you could just tell he was by the way he had fallen asleep right away.
I turned my attention to the other boys on the plane. They were being loud, annoying and almost all of them were trying to get out of their seat belt. There was only one boy that really caught my eye. He was a heavy boy with glasses. He was behaving rather differently than the others. His hands gripped the edge of his seat and his back was pressed up against the back of his seat as well. On top of it all, his eyes were closed and it seemed as though he were mouthing the "Lord's Prayer" to himself.
Another wave of sickness washed over me. I decided it would probably be best if I fell asleep. I doubted I would be able to with the other boys causing this infernal racket, but it was worth a shot. I closed my eyes and thought of Australia again.
Please don't post any flames. This is my first fan fiction*
Marooned
"Margaret Anderson," called my teacher, Mrs. Smith, with a shrill voice.
I rolled my eyes. What more could she want? It's bad enough that the government was tearing my family and I apart by sending me to Australia and my older brother to join the war effort in Germany. Besides, not only can I not stand her voice for over two minutes, I think that she hates me. So, as a result, I ignore her and keep talking with my friends.
" What do you think the weather will be like in Australia? Do you think there will be any nice boys there,"' my friend Annie never stopped asking questions.
" I sure hope there will be nice boys there," my other friend Catherine answered, "But if there aren't, I've heard that the weather in Australia is always really nice."
Annie opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but then she immediately shut it. She stared at something behind me. I heard someone clear their throat. I slowly turned around and came face to face with Mrs. Smith.
"Margaret Anderson," she repeated in her annoying voice, "Would you please come with me."
We walked over and stood behind a group of about forty boys. They were all different ages and there were about five different school uniforms in the group. They were boarding a plane as Mrs. Smith and I spoke.
"This is your plane, Margaret," my teacher said.
"What?"
"They have one last seat on the plane. You are the first person on my list. It's your seat."
"Can't you put someone else on the plane in my place," I was almost begging.
"It must go in alphabetical order. You need to go on this flight," Mrs. Smith never wavered from her routine.
"Can't I at least say good-bye to my friends?" "Why do you need to? You'll be seeing your friends in a couple of hours. Now, go grab your bag and get in line."
I went over to my group of friends. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, I entered the circle and picked up my suitcase. Without saying a word, I left again and got into the line of boys. It had decreased a significant number, as almost everyone had already boarded the plane. There were only three boys in front of me. I went through the gate, took one last glance at my friends and went to board the plane.
The plane looked very small, as though it could not hold every one of us on it. There was a set of stairs that led to the entrance. Before I was able to climb the steps, I had to give my bag to a man beside the staircase. When I asked him why I could not bring the bag with me, he explained that the bags went into a separate compartment in the bottom of the plane. He told me too quickly get onto the plane as it was scheduled to take off soon. I reluctantly gave the man my bag, then mounted the stairs.
Once I got onto the plane, my stomach sank. I had been right. The plane's interior was very small. There were seats lining the sides of the plane, no windows and it seemed as though boys had been squished into the seats. There were no free seats. Frankly, I was glad. I had despised the fact that I was going to have to spend hours in a plane full of boys. I knew I could not stand it. I was just about to turn around and exit the plane when a man came out from behind me. He nodded to me and gestured for me to follow him. He led me to a seat in the very rear of the passenger tube, closes to the pilot's cockpit. I looked very closely at the man. He seemed very familiar. He had mousy brown hair, actually quite similar to mine. He carried himself as if he was six feet tall; when in reality he was about 5' 5", just an inch or two taller than I was. He motioned for me to sit down. I looked very closely at his pale face. It was really him!
"Harry," I whispered in disbelief.
"Hi, little sis, " He smiled.
"I don't believe it! Is that really you? I thought you had gone to the front lines," I had so many questions, and more kept bubbling up inside me.
"I can't talk now. You need to sit down and buckle up. There's a storm warning and I want to make sure you're going to be safe," he winked, " We'll catch up when we get to Australia."
I was so relieved. My biggest fear had been the fact that a letter from my brother's squadron leader would come to our house any minute saying that Harry had been killed. I smiled at my big brother and sat down. I put on my seatbelt and Harry made sure that it was tight enough. I couldn't wait to get to Australia now. I would be able to talk with Harry for the first time in six months.
The little boy beside me was staring. I quickly realised that I had been smiling about the thought. Also, I would meet up with my friends in a couple of hours. The only thing that had me doubting that I would actually make it to Australia was the storm warning Harry had mentioned. As soon as he had mentioned that, my stomach had dropped. I tried to convince myself that we wouldn't get caught up in the storm while in the air, but it didn't work.
So I concentrated on what my friends and I do when we were in Australia together while I waited for the airplane to start moving. We would surely have to go to the beach and maybe have a picnic there. Perhaps there would be some young men that we would be able to court while there. I knew Annie would be especially happy if there were.
The engine started. I could feel my stomach rise into my throat. I closed my eyes and pressed my back up against the seat. The plane began to roll down the runway. I tried to focus on the picture of Australia I had designed in my mind, but it kept slipping away. I tried again to focus on the picture my eyes pressed shut. I felt the plane lift off the ground. My ears began to pop almost immediately. A small hand wiggled into mine.
I looked over to the little boy beside me. He was almost in tears. I squeezed his hand to reassure him. He looked at me gratefully. I smiled. I was about to ask him what his name was when a wave of sickness came over me. I closed my eyes and again to focus on something else. The wave passed over me after what I supposed was about ten minutes. When I turned to talk to my little friend, I saw that he was asleep.
I looked closely at him. He was about six. It was probably his first year of school. He was a very pale boy, which was very unusual where I come from. His family must be very well off, I thought to myself. He had hair black as night, and freckles dusted his face. He was a very docile little boy, you could just tell he was by the way he had fallen asleep right away.
I turned my attention to the other boys on the plane. They were being loud, annoying and almost all of them were trying to get out of their seat belt. There was only one boy that really caught my eye. He was a heavy boy with glasses. He was behaving rather differently than the others. His hands gripped the edge of his seat and his back was pressed up against the back of his seat as well. On top of it all, his eyes were closed and it seemed as though he were mouthing the "Lord's Prayer" to himself.
Another wave of sickness washed over me. I decided it would probably be best if I fell asleep. I doubted I would be able to with the other boys causing this infernal racket, but it was worth a shot. I closed my eyes and thought of Australia again.