A Dream : A Short Story : The Story

As she gets on that plane she knows it’s going to be a long trip from home.

After a tornado, Brian discovers that the chaotic storm has riled up the tail of the plane had emerged from the lake, reminding Brian of the dead pilot and compelling him to say a few words for him. Brian retrieves the survival pack from the plane. "Come on, he thought, baring his teeth in the darkness—come on. Is that the best you can do—is that all you can hit me with—a moose and a tornado? Well, he thought, holding his ribs and smiling, then spitting mosquitoes out of his mouth. Well, that won't get the job done. That was the difference now. He had changed, and he was tough." (Page

Now it was time to go, the clock ticking, planes departing, the chase of bags all the way-away from home. My blood felt as if it were clogging my ears, pores expanding in a sweaty downpour, head dizzy by the frenzy of terminals and people. I simply wished for a quiet ride home. I then thought perhaps

As I stared at the window of the airplane, I realized that I am leaving the place I grew up and the only place that I was familiar to. I had a long eighteen hour flight ahead of me. I could not believe I was leaving everyone and everything I knew and cared about. A part of me was excited and I could not wait to start a new life in an exciting country. Also a part of me was sad that I was leaving my friends and family and everyone I knew since I was little.

Leaving from Norfolk, we piled all our things onto a bus and headed for the Omaha airport. It was ridiculously early in the morning, but we were all excited about our trip. Normally, when we get on a bus to go somewhere, we always go right back to sleep, but it was different this time. We were all wide awake. Two hours later, we arrived at the airport. Each one of us was anxious as ever to get on the plane and land in Florida, but we still had to go through security and wait for our flight. It was not too long before they started boarding our plane. We were one step closer, officially on our way.

But on the last trip over the airport flight got delayed so Steve and his family got very frustrated and started yelling at each other. Finally they got to go on the airplane. On the flight over to Minnesota there was a blizzard so they were stuck in the airplane for about 2 hours waiting for the blizzard to stop. Once the blizzard stopped they were on there way to Minnesota. In the clear about Iowa half way to Minnesota they stopped and took two flights to Minnesota. For the second flight on lift off a flock of birds got caught in the engine and it was smoking terrible. Every passenger was starting to panic the pilots had parachutes so they just left everyone being selfish. So plane

A few hours earlier Adam had packed his small carry on item for his hour and a half plane ride to La Paz, Mexico from San Diego, California. Adam had been joined by his best friend and college roommate John Stevens. They whistled for a cab outside their hotel, they climbed in and drove off to San Diego executive airport where their private plane was waiting. They arrived minutes before takeoff, as a result of the stand still traffic

She said “I will miss you too, don’t forget to pick me up!” She gave him one more hug and her dad hopped into the car, waved and drove off.

“What are you doing here, I told you never to come back.” shouted Jack’s mom from down the hall

“Trust me on this, I have to do this. She 's my mom, and I 'm her daughter. She needs to hear me out. I promise, I 'll come and see you as soon as I can,” said Jess hugging Kate goodbye. Jess began to walk towards her car, Kate grabbed her arm and pulled her towards her and kissed her gently on her lips.

For the next few minutes, he sat there silent and stiff as a board while his aggressors tried to make sense of how to function the plane. Time passes and there was no guarantee what was next to come, so Jack tries to make himself busy by trying to manhandle his way out the rope the mask men tied him to, but after about 20 tries Jack had lost all hope, he simply sat there waiting on what next to come. A couple of minutes later the leader of the attackers tells one of the men to

Inch by inch, the plane made it into Denver. I was amazed that planes can land in an inch layer of snow. It was still pouring snow in Denver and didn’t seem like it would stop. Finally, I took my seat on the bench next to the gate eagerly waiting for the flight to go to New York which would then take us to Bahamas.

Right now I am hundreds of feet over the ocean while holding one hundred balloons, but first let me tell you how I got here. It all started like this; I was going to the balloon store. It was my cousins 16 birthday and there was going to be a big party. I was assigned to get the balloons. So, I did. I walked into the store, to be greeted by an old man. The man wore old fashion clothes and had hair as white as paper. I told the man I need some balloons, and he asked, “How many would you like?” “100 should be fine” I replied. “That’s a lot of balloons sir, you don’t want to float away” The old man said. In my mind I laughed. He started to fill up the balloons and it was at that moment that I started to worry. Was it possible to float away I said to myself, no stop that’s impossible I convinced myself. The balloons were done and I payed and managed to get them out the door. Then somehow, I started to float, higher and higher. And I quickly rose to an alarming height, too high to jump. People got out of their cars pointing, screaming and murmuring among themselves “that man’s floating” How did he get up there?” “Should we help him?” But it was too late. That brings us to the present, 1 day later (at least I think) floating over the ocean.

As we arrived at the airport, the reality gradually began to hit. I was travelling to an unfamiliar place faraway from home, leaving behind all my memories and my friends. However, as I saw the joy and delight on the faces of other travellers and the excitement returned. My parents and I board the plane after walking through security, and find our seats. “I want to sit by the window,” I tell my dad. As the plane starts taking off and the wheels lift above the ground, I feel I am rising above the past and flying towards a new chapter in my life.

“Izzy, are you almost ready? We have to go soon so you don’t miss your plane,” Mom asked.