Flight 354

On a Saturday morning, I, Yareli,  woke up excited for what was to come the next day. I got up and made myself a bacon egg and sausage croissant and served myself some cranberry juice. After I finished my food I went to the restroom and took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put lotion all over my body. was preparing for her flight the next day. I was super excited because I was going to Europe. More specifically Paris. I've never been on a plane let alone go to another country/continent. I haven't even left my own state.  I went to so many stores trying to find cute clothes to wear. I didn't know what to wear.

I was so overwhelmed with all the things I had to get and do. Not going to lie, I was unprepared. After a couple of hours, I finally finished shopping for all my necessities and went home. I came home all tired but still needed to pack so I could be prepared for the next day.  It took about an hour to pack everything I needed into bags and suitcases. By the time I was done it was around 5 pm.  I was hungry after all that shopping and packing, so I went to get myself something to eat. I did not have the energy to go cook something, so I went and got Chipotle. I ordered a burrito with carnitas, white rice, no beans, guacamole, sour cream, cheese, and lettuce. I went home, ate my food, and started feeling tired. I cleaned up and finally started my night routine. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, put products in my hair, did skincare, and finally put lotion on my body.

“Time to go to bed,” I said. I finally went to bed and started drifting to sleep. I dreamt about me arriving at the airport and finally taking off. My dream took a sudden turn. The plane had horrible turbulence, but the pilot kept reassuring us everything was going to be ok. It started raining and thundering. I was horrified. The flight attendants looked worried and went back to their seats and put on their seatbelts. That's when I knew that something wrong was going to happen. All of a sudden my stomach sank. It felt exactly like the free-fall ride in the carnivals. Except the feeling was lasting too long. All you can hear were people's screams of terror. Something you wouldn't want to hear. I began to cry and scream for dear life. I didn't know anyone on the plane. I was alone. I wish I could call my mom and tell her I love her. When the plane ended up crashing that's when I woke up. It was around 3 am when I woke up. I was crying, sweating, and my body was in pain. I just sat in my bed rethinking about the dream. The dream felt too real, I didn't even want to go to the airport anymore, but I knew that that was going to be my only chance to go. I finally went back to sleep.  My alarm went off and I immediately called my mom to tell her about my dream.

“Hi ma, how are you?” 

“Good morning mija, I'm good, and you?”

“I just had a dream that the plane crashed” 

“Oh no mama, well it's just a dream, you'll be ok call me if you need anything” my mom responded. I felt nauseous as the time to board the claim came closer and closer. I was honestly so anxious and scared. 

“Ok mami i love you have a great day” I started getting all my luggage together and started driving to the airport. I checked in, went through security, and went to get some coffee. I sat down waiting for them to let us board the plane. 30 minutes passed and they started to let us in the plane. Mind you it was gloomy and it was raining. I saw the water roll down the plane window. We all finally boarded the plane and it was time to take off. The plane was taking off, During a thunderstorm. It felt like I was reliving my dream, my dream was coming true. CRASH! Lighting strikes right next to us. There's so much turbulence, everyone seems to be freaking out and putting their seatbelts on. We were not even 4 hours into our ride when all of a sudden our plane dropped and started going down fast. The oxygen masks came down. I closed my eyes and started screaming and crying. A plane crash is my biggest fear and it's coming. I tried to reach for my phone, but it fell and I couldn't reach it. The pressure isn't letting me do anything. I can hardly move. I was hopeless. I knew I wasn't going to make it. I just wanted to be with my family, I regret coming on this plane. I wish I could call them and tell them I loved them. I had nothing. No one. At this point, I knew it was over.  So many thoughts flooded through my head. I just prayed and hoped to not feel anything. BOOM. Flight 354 never made it to Paris.