Chapter 2. omg, I cant believe its already here. then again, you guys probably don't know what I'm talking about since I cant post these yet because of this stupid web browser :/ oh well, I'm saying already because it's the morning after the night I wrote chapter 1 and- you know what, imma quit my rambling and just write.

Enjoy!

I placed my camera bag on the upper storage compartment, keeping my satchel next to me, since it never leaves my side.

I was ready to be heading home to Africa. It'd been way too long. I'd left Africa, Botswana if we're being exact, four years ago to go to university in Norway. It'd been a long four years, and the whole time I was there I craved my home country. Everything about it, from the skies to the ground to the people who lived there.

Perhaps I should explain. See, my father, Stoick, is an incredibly wealthy business man, who married my mother twenty-four years ago. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me she grew concerned, see, she'd always imagined a peaceful life for me, a normal life, and I couldn't thank her any more. So she told my father and they agreed on an arrangement, my mom and I would go to Africa, we'd find a small country, and my father would do his best to visit us whenever he could, heck, his friend, my uncle, Gobber even came to live with us down here after a while, and then there's a fact that this country doesn't have any bullying [though there is a bit of bitchiness sometimes, but hey, as long as you've got your squad with you, you're good.], unlike the horrible stories my father tells me about the place he lives.

So yeah, even though I didn't get to have a 'perfect' family complete with a father always there for me, I was grateful, I was happy.

And now, after four long years, I was going back. I would be home in just four short hours.

An air hostess came to the front of each aisle and carefully began explaining safety precautions and what to do in the event of an emergency landing. It would have been interesting, except that I've heard the same speech, like, a gazillion times.

The airplane engines began running as the air hostesses began spraying some spray I knew not of, along the aisles.

I sat back and enjoyed the fact that most people down here would be at school or work, considering it was only late July, and therefore the plane was fairly empty.

The plane took off and my stomach lurched, the way it always does when I'm in an airplane and it takes off. I could feel my ears pop, and so I plugged my earphones in and sighed. The drowsiness from all the flying I'd done was beginning to catch up to me, and so I sighed, resting my head on the window, and fell asleep…

3 hours later

Screaming, that's what I woke up to.

The air hostess got up and tried to calm everyone down, but it wasn't working, and I could see why. The plane was unsteady, we were tipping this way and that.

Oxygen masks deployed themselves from the overhead compartments and I fixed mine on immediately.

I glanced around frantically, looking for any kids that hadn't got theirs on, luckily there were no kids without an adult supervisor.

And that was when it happened.

A sudden lurching in my stomach as the plane began to fall. I could feel it, despite being inside, feel the compression of the air beating down on us, sending us about a mile down to our death via, I looked out the window, Savannah, apparently.

I felt a sudden rush of air, and noticed that somebody had opened the emergency exit. I couldn't blame them, after all, I vaguely remember reading somewhere that free-falling was a safer option.

But I remembered another read, mentioning some method I don't remember the name of, where you pile together a group of items and jump out. I wasn't sure how much good jumping out would do for me, but I began piling all the blankets from the empty seats and running to a cart.

I threw it's compartments and goods out as I cushioned the inside of it with airplane blankets and sat down, closing the door, and going into brace position.

I don't know what happened next. I'm sorry, but that's the sad truth. I blacked out. All I remembered was a crash, a force like ten thousand elephants stampeding, a wave of heat, screams, and then, finally, the blessed silence I had awaited, as I slipped into the world of the unconscious…

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-httyd4eva

peace out yo;P