When I opened my eyes, there was nothing but chaos. People running about, screaming and yelling, wanting to know what was happening, where they were, and what happened to their loved ones.
A flight attendant shouted over the people "Please! Is there a pilot on board?!"
Suddenly, the plane banked to the right, tossing the luggage and knocking over the drink cart and about a dozen or so people with it. I looked out the window and saw the ocean rushing up towards the plane. I stood up and helped the attendant.
"Is there a pilot on board?!" I yelled with all of my might. It stunned me to hear my dear Lin's voice instead of my own. But I kept on yelling anyway.
A minute later, someone did raise their hand, claiming he was a pilot. Any other day, no one would believe that a ten-year old kid could fly a plane. But this was no ordinary day.
The flight attendant escorted him up to the cockpit and opened the door. From where I was standing, I could see that both pilots were sitting on the floor near the front of the plane. If what happened to me happened to them, maybe they weren't really pilots anymore.
And after another thirty seconds, the plane leveled out. That was good, because in another ten, the plane would have crashed into the Pacific Ocean.
