I Feel Lost

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

I kept my eyes closed shut on the way in. I held my breath as If I were going diving, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew I had to stay still or else, so I peeked and I saw the red light. It was beaming down on my chest, as I lay there, hopeless as the bed shifted side to side. The only thing that came to mind was the panic button, a grey clicker with a large red button. Yet, all I could think of is if I pressed it, I would have to start all over.

You are in an airport waiting for your plane to arrive. You've never flown before, and are more terrified than you can ever remember being. Everyone has told you the supposedly comforting statistics - "millions of planes take off each day and there's only a handful of crashes," "flying is safer than driving." You know rationally that there is no reason to be so scared, but regardless your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and you're light-headed. Simply the thought of being up in the air, out of control, makes you feel faint. Finally the flight attendant announces that your plane has arrived. But as all the other passengers line up to get onboard, you grab your luggage and walk straight out of the airport,

Then That's when the anxiety kicked in. As the creaky cart started to go up the tracks creek creek as the cart went up. I kept my eyes open as I watched us go up. Once we reached the top I could see the beautiful day and the bright white clouds and the… aww as the cart went down, the cart was going so fast It was like I was flying a 100 miles per hour. All I could hear were screams of everyone and myself but mostly myself. Once we went down the big drop it was not that bad, I couldn't believe that I survived the drop that was normally the part I cried on. After the big drop we went in a big circle as it headed for the little drop we went down in the big circle as I had my hands up feeling free like a bird. Then the little drop hit you could hear the cart starting to speed up on the tracks again and I said “woh” and then the cart started slowing down again as we reached the station. We all clapped and said We SURVIVED! Once we exited the cart with are legs numb from all that excitement and impact we headed down to get some drinks and to discuss which to ride next, and that was the time I survived Six

The sound of metal crushing as the collision head-on destroyed my thinking path. I felt as if the night was fading into complete darkness. All I could think about as we collided against the mound at the north side of the hill down the gloomy stretch of road was death. The car rolled over continuously till every engine part flew from under the hood. After the car finished rolling I checked to my left to see if Sam was still alive, he was bleeding from his mouth and unresponsive. The right front passenger door was crushed, I couldn't seem to free my right arm, I was trapped. I use my left arm to tug at my right arm free it, I screamed in pain as I pulled and pulled to notice my arm was broken. I managed to pull my right arm away from the crushed door after 10 minutes of agonizing pain shooting through my nerves.

It all started going wrong for John, Sam and Joseph, when they started to hear sputtering from the engine's core. Their stomachs dropped as they started to plummet to the ground. It all happened in a flash as the cargo from the plane fell out of the back. The plane makes contact with ocean and they soon realize the plane is starting to fill up with water. “Are you guys okay?!” shrieked John. “Yeah I'm fine.” replied Sam. “Guys!!” Yelled Joseph. “I am trapped under the seat, and I can't move my leg.” “Were coming.” Yelled Sam and John, but just then the plane broke in two and they lost sight of Joseph. Sam and John were panicked, but had to get out of the plane so they broke down the plane's door and grabbed two life jackets and bolted out. The current was strong, but the adrenaline overcome Sam and John while they were swimming for their lives.

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

Then…. CRASH. I felt a jolt of movement so strong I must've blacked out because. When I awoke, I saw trees, flowers, people scattered, parts of the plane in flames. I was looking but then my right eye got blurry and I thought I was going blind. I went to go touch it and all I felt was a warm liquid. I looked back at my fingers and not a spot of my skin was showing through. I took my shirt and wiped it off with the sleeve. Then I saw the flight attendant who put my oxygen mask on. She seemed as if she were helping people.Than she ran to me.” Are you okay?” she asked as she touched my face. I felt a sting go through the right side of my head.” Sorry, You have a huge gash on your

This descriptive section reminded me of the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster as this was about the time when the Challenger broke apart in mid air. This lets me relate to the feeling the astronauts may be feeling at the time, anticipation with a mix of fear.

As soon as the door opened, the heat hit me. It was like putting a hot iron in front of my face. But it felt even worse as there was a slight wind which pushed the heat towards me. My body was surrounded in a blanket of heat and I even started to sweat slightly. My uncle told me to wait by the lift as he went to collect the car so I wouldn’t have to walk as far and drag my suitcase along. While I waited, I took time to look around at the surroundings. I could see mountains which stretched towards the clouds and the airport behind me. There were a vast number of people walking around from their flight looking drowsy and with no energy. The frequent red double-decker bus also came and a few planes flew above my head. I didn’t even have to look, but I could hear the planes departing and arriving. The planes all looked the same in the sky, big and white with some sort of logo. During the wait, I took a few steps to take away the cramp. Although I had trainers on, I could feel and see that the floor was new. The concrete looked

It whirlwinds by so fast your mind can barely process the motions, and now your surrounded by green, and brick, and people. They’re everywhere and you pause to get a breath, to ease you mounting panic. You keep walking. Upstairs now. How many flights was it? One or Two? This door or the next one?

I open my eyes slowly. The light shining brightly into the car causes me to squint my eyes. I look to my right and see the ambulance trying to open the door, they're saying something, but I cant make it out. All i hear is ringing. I look over at Alva, my sister to make sure she's alright. She wasn't. Her once beautiful pale skin now looks blue and bruised, eyes wide and bloodshot empty of life. She looks terrible. Her head looks like it slammed into the steering wheel then hit the window, from the way the window is shatter and the big gash on the side of her head as well as her now crooked nose. The way her shoulder and collar bones sit is off they look crooked, like something pushed them up. It was a sight I wished I never saw. I looked away, focusing on the ambulance. maybe I should push on the door to help them, I try but I cant move all to well. My movements are slow and weak, I'm not much help. I can barely breath my chest feels like its being pushed on. I'm tired anyways maybe I should take a nap, the ambulance can get in on there

My screams were literally sucked out of my lungs and suddenly we were gone from the alley in a brilliant white flash. A second later I was in a dark void, I felt as though I was being squashed flat between two buildings despite the emptiness of the place and couldn’t breath. Any second now and I knew I would be dead. I clawed at my throat, my eyes bulging from my head and suddenly--

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four