1 Day Before The Crash

Silence still filled the air inside the blue plane. I bit my lip down and tasted salt. I reached up to my lips and bring my finger down and see red the liquid before my eyes.

"What's going on, James?" I turned to ask him.

"I really don't know," He brings me close into his arms even though I'm shaking quickly.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen," speaks the captian, "This is your Captain Jim speaking. I want to apologize for my outburst. My co-pilot spilt his hot coffee on my pants," there's grumbles all around on in the airplane, he continues, "As I am very embarrass to announce this over speaker."

James mumbles, "Thought we were going to be attacked my some sort of terrorist."

"Please forgive my actions, and with that said let's get back to safety." he pauses, "All U.S. Airlines are non-smoking..." He continues to speak.

I take a deep breath. "It was just a coffee incident." I whisper to myself.

"Amber, are you doing alright?" James sound concerned.

"I'm-" I feel like I want to evacuate out the emergency exit door, anyone will do, while we're still on ground" is what I wanted to say, "I'm okay."

I sounded as frighten as my niece who's scared of clowns.

"And with that said, it is 7:20 am, 60 degrees Fahrenheit and we ask that you fasten your seatbelts if you haven't already. We want to thank you for flying U.S. Airlines today, the most experienced airline and we hope you enjoy your flight. Thank you for your time and patience, and please be prepared for our take off.