She is the daughter of a gay man. She always knew her father had a secret, and when he left his 12 year old daughter and pregnant wife for the lawn boy, she knew what the secret was. She scratched out all his pictures, she burned all the birthday cards he sent. The money he'd send was spent on condoms, and to this day she blames him for her career choice. As the plane takes off, she is glad she attended his funeral. She was able to spit on his grave.1
He is the fiance to a powerful, female, CEO. He loves her hair, loves her eyes, loves her career, loves her income, and loves her family. He is flying to see her, home in New York, for two days. As the Captain begins to describe the details of the flight, he wonders if he's really in love with her.2
She is the dutiful girlfriend, she is the loving daughter, she is the confident worker. She is proud of her fashion sense, and she is proud of her trendy apartment. She takes care of her mother on weekends, she feeds the neighbors cats when they go on vacation. She loves him, but as the 'Fasten Your Seat belts' sign turns off, she is reminded that tonight she'll have to fake another orgasm.3
He is the father of three children, ages 2, 9 and 17. His pockets are full of loose change and gum wrappers, his suitcase is full of dirty clothes and photographs. His wife thinks he went to Chicago on business. He really went to have an affair with someone he met on-line. As the stewardess serves him a cup of water, he is regretting the past three days spent with her.4
She is the foreign school teacher, the woman who gets no respect in the classroom. She tries her hardest, despite the ridicule she gets for her outfits, her accent, and her skin color; to reach out to her students. As the Captain turns the Seat belt sign back on, she cries at the thought of returning to work.5
He is the abandoned husband, the one that was left. He smells like cheap vodka, and holds a picture of the only woman he's ever loved. His hands are grimey, his heart is broken. He wants to be with her so much, but he was second-best. As turbulence begins to rock the plane, he rips her picture in half.6
She is the pregnant teenager, the worried little girl. At 15, the last thing she wanted was a child of her own. Young, and beginning to show, she worries what her parents will think when they notice the bump. Her grandparents couldn't see through the sweatshirts, and they believed her stomach virus stories. As the Captain comes over the radio, apologizing and praying, she names the baby Jesus. She is hoping he will save them all.7
He is the bitter, old man in First Class. His hand shakes as he brings the small bottle of wine to his lips, his mind running wild. He is surprised he's lasted this long, thirteen years without his wife, and he swallows the alcohol. As the oxygen masks fall from the ceiling, and the cabin lights go out, he welcomes the end.8
She is the strong girl, the caring friend, the perfect liar. Everyone thinks she's amazing, everyone but her. As she rubs a hand over the place where her heart used to be, she thinks of the summer she spent in love, then agony. Though she is young, she's lived a thousand lives. She has 100 pounds of extra weight, and a lot to give to him, if only he would take it. As the plane crashes into the Earth, she is happy that Heaven awaits her.9
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Comments
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wow ang...i like it. it would've taken me forever to come up w/all those different people. interesting idea. sad though. i kinda saw it coming once i realized you were talking about different people in every paragraph. anyway, awesome write, as always. love ya girl!
~jessi -
This is a bit on the depressing side, and I half-want to point out that for some on such a plane, the loss of their lives might be an unwelcome and realtively tragic thing, at least for their loved ones. At the same time, I'm very impressed by the depth you've put into the paragraph for each character, and I really enjoyed reading this. Sounds like someone else is an observer of other people, and likes to write about them. Great job, deserving applause, because I'm not sure I can think of some *really good* praise to put into words.
Amanda -
Holy shit angie, this is....well, there are too many words.
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Wow. This is an absolutely amazing write!!! Wow!!!! Keep up the incredible work!! I am speechless!
One love,
Kitty xxx

