I woke up to someone screaming. I thought it was just a game the boys were playing until I heard the hail begin to pellet the plane's exterior. Thunder was banging violently outside and the wind was pushing the plane from side to side, as the plane tried to maintain its course.

I looked over at the boy beside me. His skin was a deadly shade of white underneath his freckles. His blue eyes looked at me pleadingly, as if begging me to stop the plane from swaying. I reached over and held his hand. I tried to look brave for him even though I could feel a scream bubbling up inside me.

I could feel the plane was dropping. It was beginning to feel very hot in here and I didn't know why. I looked towards the cockpit and all I saw were flames through the porthole in the door. I went into shock. The little boy squeezed my hand. I closed my eyes and wished this wasn't happening. There was a huge creaking sound and the plane dropped again. I opened my eyes and looked towards the porthole again. All I could see was the sky.

"The passenger tube," the fat boy screamed, "They ejected the passenger tube!"

"What does that mean?" another boy yelled.

"It means there is no pilot! We are going to glide and then drop and hit the ocean." He responded

I screamed. Then everything faded to black.