Plane Crash

By Aurora

“Dear ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. I am Captain Joe. The weather is fine and we are expecting a smooth journey to Japan. Please sit back and enjoy the facilities provided. We are taking off now,” the Captain announced. The metallic flying plane slowly accelerated into the sky smoothly. The slight pressure created a high pitch in my eardrum. “I will surely have a lot of fun when I reached there,” I giggled, totally unaware of the danger lurking.

I peeped out of the window. The blazing sun was radiating in the sky with the wind blowing the clouds rhythmically. Suddenly, inky black clouds started to triumphant the sky and the weather changed rapidly, totally different from the forecast. Distant jabs of orange sparks struck the sky continuously, changing the colour of the sky from blue to orange and then to black. It was just like fireworks illuminating the sky at night. Then, a blanket of heavy rain pelted relentlessly on the plane like machine guns.

“We have to take a detour through a mountain pass. We apologise for the inconvenience caused,” Captain Joe said. The mountains were closely packed, making it complicated to pass through. The novice pilots were well trained in what books they had taught them to but had no experience passing through such mountains. Abruptly, a mountain appeared too close. Despite their attempts in swerving the plane, it took out a wing. Horrible screeching of twisted metals reached my ears. Sparks flew from its torn wing as the plane hurtled towards the ground at high velocity. Some passengers were flung off from their seats. “The plane is going to explode,” I muttered under my breath. Adrenaline was pumped through my entire system. Beads of perspiration started trickling down from my forehead.

There was no doubt that the plane was going to crash. The massive explosion rocked the plane. The whole iron monster broke into halves and was devoured by fiery flames. Red demons licked the plane, surrounding the people in it, as though they were celebrating the victory of a successful capture of their preys. Mushroom-shaped clouds of pewter grey smoke curled up into the air, vanishing into wisps of smoke. The acrid smoke was choking everyone upon every breath they inhaled. The inferno advanced inch by inch, devouring everything into its path. I crouched low, trying to get oxygen into my deprived lungs and concentrated on one thing –escaping from the plane. By now, I could feel the intense heat in the plane.

“Where is the exit?” I inquired, squinting in the smoke. The exit was nearby. My legs felt like lead but I forced them to carry me forward. “Few more steps,” I encouraged myself to carry on. “Finally!” I exclaimed. I reached the exit and got out from there safely. “Help me……” someone mumbled. I scanned around to find a man struggling to get out. I went towards him and pulled him along with me. Together, we got out of the plane to a safe area. When I was taking a breather, a loud explosion was heard. I wheeled around and saw that the plane had exploded. Tongues of flames were engulfing the entire plane. “Our chances of being rescued were slim. We might die here,” the man told me. “For now, the fire and smoke from the plane will help us attract attention,” I whispered to the man. However, we were not rescued that day and the fire from the plane died down after some time, along with the smoke.

The next day, both of us were growing weak from hunger and I knew I had to do something to attract attention to our plight. I rummaged through my pockets only to find a box of matchsticks. I remembered that I had stolen this box of matchsticks from my mother’s cupboard. Suddenly, an idea struck my mind. “Smoke signals!” I exclaimed. I went to gather some twigs and struck a matchstick against the box. I lit the twigs and smoke rise up.At around noon, a helicopter whizzed past us. “A helicopter! We are being rescued!” I exclaimed. My expression altered from loneliness to happiness as my eyes flickered with a gleam of hope. “You are right, we are being rescued!” the man exclaimed before whooping with joy. The helicopter slowly landed on the ground and we boarded it.

We were taken back to the airport. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?” my mother asked. Concerns and worries were all written on her face. “I am fine and not hurt at all,” I said with a grin. “What about the scratch on your leg,” my brother inquired. “That is just a small injury. Need not worry about that,” I assured them. I was indeed lucky to be one of the two only survivors of that flight.