Prologue:
The Trip Gone Wrong
"All those taking the 5:30 AM flight to Honolulu, Hawaii may report to gate A6. Boarding will begin soon," came the voice on the loud speaker. "Oooohh, I can't wait!" I said, trying not to yell and disturb the people around me. I'd never been to Hawaii, before! In fact, I'd never been anywhere really warm before. I live in Vancouver, and going to Hawaii has always been on my to do list! I was so psyched I couldn't stand it! My Mother gently patted my shoulder. "Okay, dear, but remember that you've got to call us every day! Remember that! And you know the number for Auntie Rose, right?" I nodded. "I do, Mom, I know," I said, trying to hide my happiness. I was 12 at the time, but I don't see why she treats me like I'm 3... but then again, she just does that because she loves me. So, I hugged my Mom and rubbed my little brother's head, and they both walked off, leaving me and my baggage at the gate. With nothing else to do, I sat and began to read a magazine I brought, it's headline reading something along the lines of "Nervous Robber Accidently Shoots Himself In The Mouth". A half hour later, the voice came on the loud speaker again.
"All taking the 5:30 AM flight to Honolulu, Hawaii must report to gate A6, last call. Any and all passengers at Gate A6 please look at your ticket and wait until your number is called."
I shut my magazine and looked down at my ticket. My number was 86. I sighed, and began reading some more, listening as the numbers gradually made their way up, skipping a few people who never showed up. It took another 15 minutes until I boarded. Finally, I made it onto the plane and I put my baggage in the overhead storage bin after taking a book out. The boarding continued, and I took my book out. The book was Holes, and I can't get enough of it. It's about a boy who gets falsely accused of a crime and sent to a camp where he is forced to dig holes all day in the hot sun. He figures out later that.... actually, you figure it out. I won't spoil too much of it. The flight attendant had finished reviewing the safety tips for the plane, and we took off.
Well, I can't recall much of the trip, but I'll fill you in on myself a bit.
I am 12 years old, and my name is Lila. I lived with my Mom, brother, and Dad. I am really close with my parents, but more so with my little brother, Joe. Everyone calls him Little Joe, and he's 4 years old. We get along pretty good for siblings, there isn't much rivalry between us. The trip was a long one, I think about 22 hours... and we were stopping in Tennessee, then we were going again, and then stopping in Florida, and I think that's it. So, I fell asleep, and woke up after our landing in Tennessee. I looked out the window, and it was sunny still... bright daylight, and I could see how beautiful Tennessee was. It was so pretty, but I have to go to Hawaii, which has to be ten times nicer (no offence, Tennessee.) We took off again, and stopped at Florida, where I decided to get off the plane for a minute, stretch my legs. I passed gates by and used the bathroom, and started walking around, seeing a few advertisements for "Maximoe" or something.
"Last call for those taking the flight to Honolulu, Hawaii. Report to Gate B48, departure is in five minutes."
I let out a squeal, and started running, because I was outside the airport watching the sky, and happened to hear the annoucement. I ran fast, dodging people here and there. And although I'm fast, I'm not exactly "Sonic" fast. I made it to that Gate in the nick of time. We got back on the plane, the Flight Attendants took to the safety tips, and we were off. I think the captain called the turbulance call at two and a half hours into the flight. We hit a particularly bad bump, and everyone jumped. The flight attendant came on the air again, singing us a little song to the tune of "Let it snow":
"Those bumps outside can be frightful, keeping your seatbelts on would be so delightful, and when it's safe for you to get up and go, we'll let you know, let you know, let you know. We appreciate your patience, and ask you to please stay in your seats until the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign."
The lady got off the air, and we hit more bumps, but not as bad. Then, a poping sound, a loud one, and sputtering and rattling. I looked out my window, and saw smoke coming out of the wing.... and it doesn't take an older person to know when that's bad. A commotion broke out, and I think we began to--
End of Prologue
The Magazine title was suggested my by cousin, because he says he read something like that once.
Aren't I evil?