| AIRPLANE The monotonous whirring of the airplanes engines lulled me to the verge of sleep. Through tired eyes I noticed a young teenager plop down next to me. He was wearing Tommy Hilfigger and rap music could be heard permeating through his headphones. I disliked him instantly. After a couple days the plane took off (traffic was bad) and we left the Fort Wayne Airport. I sighed deeply; relieved that there weren't any complications during take off. The airplane elevated at a very nice pace, and soon beautiful landscapes unfolded like a patchwork quilt beneath us. I smiled as thoughts of hot dogs and apple pies danced through my head. Grandma was a great cook, and I looked forward to her world famous cuisine. I was jogged out of my reverie by a sharp elbow to the ribs. It seemed the pious teenager beside me found several unfogivable flaws on my person. Either that or he just wanted to prove he was better than me. However you look at it, I was angry, and I punched his lights out. His unconcious body flew through the air, into the pilot's room. Times slowed down as I saw the boy's back hit the pilot's head (the pilot wasn't wearing his safety belt, tsk tsk) and the pilot's head banged rather hard on the control panel. "Nooooo!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Everyone shut-up and looked at me like I was a weird psycho boy. Ignoring them, I rushed forward, pushing my legs to the limit. the plane's cabin seemed to extend and it took longer and longer to get to the cockpit. However, the plane quickly nose-dived and my face was soon pressed against the glass of the hull. I peeled myself off and began panicking. Then I remembered my Journal Gazette Newspaper safely tucked away in my back pocket. I flipped to the page, "Safe plane landing isn't rocket science". I paused and thanked God for my Journal Gazette. I followed the easy 100 steps and before I knew it I was getting my pilot's license! After stabilizing the plane, I checked everybody in the cabin to see if they were all right. Other than some cuts, bruises, lacerations and concussions, there were no serious injuries. Everyone was grateful to me for safely returning the plane to its normal course. They showed this by heaving great heavy objects towards the general direction of my head. I insisted I didn't need any compensation for my good deed, but objects continually traveled at high speeds towards me. I accepted their gifts and successfully landed the plane. Everyone got off at once and ran as fast and far as they could. It seemed strange to me, because we were back at Fort Wayne. Amazing what people will do for a plane ride! |