Emma's Airport

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Then, everything went dark.

Submitted: November 27, 2010

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Submitted: November 27, 2010

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Hey Everyone! This is my first booksie story, so I hope you all like it!
We were driving along the mountainside in summer, just before my 13th birthday. The breeze was blowing, sun was shining, everything seemed perfect. Until I heard the rumbling noise. I looked up, and the last thing I remembered was a rock hitting the car. Then, everything went dark.
I woke in a bright room. Where am I? I thought, not knowing if I said it out loud. I looked down and saw I was sitting in a black leather chair, much like the ones at the airport my family had been to a few days ago. My family! Where were they? I looked around, my vision clearing up. There were many other people there, women, men, elderly people, even a few unattended children. All the chair were organized in rows, and the sign above my section said B6. B6? What does that mean? I saw a pretty woman sitting at a desk in the corner of B6. I decided to ask her.
“Excuse me? Um, where am I?” I asked her. She glanced up from her paperwork, looked at me, then went right back to working. “Um, didn’t you hear me? I’d like to know where I am.” This time she didn’t even look up. “Where am I?!” I was shouting this time. She reached into a drawer and handed me a slip of paper, then returned to work. I looked down and read it. It said, Emma Mason, Flight 207 from gate B6, Seat D3. I read it over and over, wondering where flight 207 was headed.
I returned to my seat, but there was now a man sitting next to me. He looked as if he was in his seventies, and wore torn clothes and a dirty hat, clutching a fishing pole in his hand. “Excuse me sir, do you have any idea where we are?” I asked quietly. He smiled kindly. “I have no idea. One minute I was fishing, then I was here. I remember getting a bite, probably from a big old bass. I pulled at the line, but that fish kept pulling. Last thing a remember was falling out of my boat onto some rocks.” I replied “Well, you’re lucky you didn’t break your neck.” Wait a minute. Break his neck? Last thing I remember were rocks hitting the car. This can’t be happening.
I stood up and sat next to a girl who wasn’t much older than me. “How did you end up here?” I asked her. She looked at me, as if wondering why I’d like to know. “Well, I don’t know. I just kind of, appeared here, I guess. I think before this, my boyfriend and I were on a rollercoaster at some theme park, My seat belt was kind of loose, then it broke. I fell, and that’s all.” I thought about this. Three story falls. Fatal fishing. Rockslides. It suddenly dawned on me, why we were all here.
Over the intercom, a flat voice said “Flight 207 to board.” Everyone around me stood up, and we headed through the gate. I gave my ticket to the flight attendant, and sat down. The pilot turned and smiled. “Let’s go!”


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