Hey, awesome readers!
I'm so sorry that this chapter too so long. I didn't want it to, but I had multiple homework assignments so I didn't have time. But today is Fridays and I have time. Time=new chapter. :D
So, this chapter will have…a lot of action and drama. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. I'm hoping that you'll like it though.
Enjoy&Review!
~ {Ross' P.O.V} ~
"Hello, what would you like to drink?" – The on-board waitress asked me.
"Just some water, please. Thanks."
My mom and I, we were on the plane heading back home. I couldn't stop thinking about all the awesome things I was leaving behind. Like Cianna and her phone number, for instance.
We were hovering around London, high above in the sky when I heard the first scream. It was muffled, coming from the back of the plane. It must've been the flight-attendant. But…why was she screaming?
Then, I understood why.
The plane tilted sideways then jerked down quickly. This wasn't turbulence, though. It was way more serious.
I looked out of the little window and I nearly had a heart attack. Clouds were all around us, I could hear the wind around the plane. But the scariest part was that we were heading straight for the ground.
It was coming closer and closer. It was meters away now. I knew that this was probably the end of me. I decided to look at mom for the last time.
But before I managed to do that, sharp pain short through my body. Then, everything when blank.
~ {Cianna's P.O.V} ~
"Honey, come watch the news with me!" – I was in my room, trying to listen to music, but my mom kept calling me to watch the news with her.
Eventually, I got frustrated and I decided to go downstairs and see what's so important.
"Fine, mom, I'm here. What's so important about the news today?" – I wondered as I jumped on the couch next to her.
"100 deaths. The plane crash has been the most radical one yet! The 2 survivors, a mom and her son, have been transferred to Saint Joseph's hospital." – We didn't say a word as the reporter spoke.-"As I said earlier, the plane crash was close to London, only 3km away. The fight was set to arriver in Los Angeles, America. And…with that horrible news, I say good bye to you all."
That was…horrible. 100 deaths? I felt so sad. Those innocent people…all dead because of some stupid plane crash. This wasn't fair.
"Mom…can we go visit this mom and her son at the hospital tomorrow? I mean, give them chocolates and flowers, try to cheer them up."
My mom smiled at me, obviously liking the idea. "You're right. We should go. I'll make some brownies that we could bring tomorrow."
She jumped up and headed for the kitchen whilst I stayed on the couch, my eyes glued to the T.V.
"Hello again. This is an urgent un-planned webcast. We have some breaking news. The child and his mom have been recognized. Their names are Ross and Stormie Lynch."
TAN, TAN, TAAAAN!
This is it. I felt so horrible writing this, but I figured it should give a little bit more action to this story. As you read though, Ross and Stormie AREN'T dead, so it's all good. : )
So, I have so bad news, though. I plan after two or three chapters to end this. I've had fun writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it but there isn't much to write anymore.
Don't worry though, there are still a few chapter left! : )
Now, review and tell me what you thought of this chapter. Thank you! I love you all!
Stay awesome and #LOUD!