50% chance?! I think, Oh my goodness, Im gonna die.Everyone around me is freaking out. I try to pull my phoneout, but one of the flight attendants stops me. “This is notime for your phone, young lady,” she tells me.“Ma’am, I need to text my friend if I’m about to die,” I shootback.She looks mortified that I talked back to her. “Nice try, brat,”she says. Since when are flight attendants like this?She grabs my phone and puts it in her pocket. “Right now,you need to be focused on the people around you. Are theyokay? Do they need anything? We have a 50% of living, andyou aren’t helping by being on your phone.”I glare as tears sting my eyes. “Fine, but if we live, I’m gonnapunch you.” I mutter under my breath. Somehow, she doesn’thear me. I check around as she said, making sure everyone issafe and wishing I had my phone so I could text Josie.“Josie, I might die. Our plane is crashing. I love you morethan you’ll ever know. See you up above.”That’s what I’d say. Tears stream down my cheaks, but theyaren’t for me. “Are you alright dearie?” The old lady asksamidst the chaos.I look at her through my tear-stained eyes, shaking my head.“No,” I admit, “if I die, Josie’s gonna die, too.” The lady looksat me funny.“She’s gonna…” she says, implying “kill herself?”“No, no,” I choke out, looking out the window at the groundrushing to us way too quickly. “She’s gonna die mentally.She’ll never forgive herself, even though Im the one whoboarded the flight. She did nothing for this.” The lady somehow understands what I’m saying betweensobs.“Darling, if you die, if I die, its just how it was meant to be.”She says oh-so-calmly. “You just need to face it.”I look her in the eyes again, but all I can think of is Josie.The pilot speaks one final time. “Passengers, prepare for anextremely rough landing.”
