Plane Crazy

How can one be so stupid? I never traveled on a flight before I boarded one for the USA. I used to ask everyone that did, what the experience was like. How it felt to be travelling through the clouds, how it felt to look down at the planet, tracts of lands, hills and mountains, forests and concrete. Many opined, it felt like travelling on a bus, hurtling down uneven roads. Some said, it was boring, more boring than it may seem or you may expect. You can’t move much, can’t take a walk if your knees

The book Hatchet by Gary Paulsen is about a young man that was forced to leave his old life behind him when his plane goes down somewhere in the Canadian wilderness.Brian is on his way to visit his dad in Canada due to a divorce in the family.While he is sitting in the plane the pilot of the plane suffers from a heart attack and the plane goes down into a lake.Brian is forced to overcome task after task after task in order for him to survive.From making fire to building a bug proof shelter each of

A Mother In Manville Narrative The words just ran in the back of my head, “ What do you mean you don't know where he is?”,I wanted to shout. I just stood there and wondering why he would he lie to to me was it something I said? How could Jerry, that honest, thoughtful and responsible young boy lie? I wanted to know the truth! I went home without saying goodbye and slammed the door behind me, shaking the dim light in the cold windy darkness that matched my sorrow. As I climbed to my bed I thought

“Whew, we made it onto the plane!” said Luke with a sigh of relief. “Time to buckle up so we can go to Brazil,” said the pilot. “Just in time,” Charlie said still panting. Luke tried to calm down and looked around. Charlie just sat looking out of the window curiously waiting. Boom! Right in front of their eyes they saw flames going up burning their body. Screaming in pain Luke got up to his feet and ran off with Charlie not far behind to the exit grabbing parachutes for themselves on the way. Charlie

the plane and we were off to Denver to catch our next flight. 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. Two hours later I hear on the intercom, “The flight to New York is delayed for 1 hour.” It was now 10pm and the plane was

we had spent time debating where to go, my mom suggested that we go to Alaska. We all agreed and planned the trip. A week before Christmas, we eagerly boarded our flight to Alaska. The weather in Dallas was cold, but not cold enough for snow. The plane took off around noon and we settled in for our non-stop flight. One hour into the flight we had run out of things to do. So, my brother and I decided to watch It’s a Wonderful Life for the thousandth time. I felt my eyes getting heavy, so I gave in

Jack shivered and snapped his mouth closed, anxious that the firearm's bullets would end up in his brain. 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

pleasant chat with him for that last 20 minutes of our flight. Upon leaving the aircraft, I saw another Turkish exchange student which was also a friend of mine. She was very pleased to see me. She told me about the person that sat next to her in the plane and how loud he snored. After waiting for all the other exchange students, our chaperon led the way to baggage claim. Our chaperon traveled with us from Turkey. He was also with us during our training and exchange student camps. Very sarcastic but

first time going on a plane. When I arrived home, my family was already waiting for me in the car. I dropped of my school stuff, grabbed my bags, and headed into the car. My younger brother and I talked about all the fun things we would get to do this summer: go to Disney, swim at the beach, the list goes on. We talked so much we didn't even realize we had already arrived at the airport. After we went through the many long and boring lines, we were finally ready to board the plane. By the time we got

Prelude “She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed.” ~ Clarice Lispector I felt like I was trapped in a dream—not one of the terrifying nightmares I’d been having—but a pleasant dream, a happy dream. One where angels danced across the starry sky, the fruit of a flowering shrub flashed like fire. Mother smiled and Oliver kissed away my tears. But was it a dream, or was I dead? Had I hit my head while I was changing the tire? I wasn’t sure. Nothing seemed certain. All was a