By Nathaniel Labreck
and Alec Comeau
Caswell School, Grades 6 and 8
“Flight 735 is departing in fifteen minutes.” Mr. Lawrence and his son, Jimmy, were flying out of Florida National Airport to go to Maine to see Jimmy’s grandma. They raced to the plane. “Hello, sir, do you have your ticket?”
“Yes, I have the tickets right here.” Mr. Lawrence took out the tickets and gave them to the lady.
“Thank you, sir, go right on in to your seats.” They walked onto the plane and sat down. The plane went down the runway and took off.
Mr. Lawrence woke up, and woke up Jimmy and told him he was going to the bathroom. “Okay, Daddy, see you later.” Mr. Lawrence went down the aisle to the bathroom. He heard screams while in the bathroom, but he thought it was just an unhappy baby. He heard over the intercom, “Hello! I am Matthew and welcome to your doom, in 3…2…1.” “JIMMY!” Mr. Lawrence screamed as he started to run down the aisle. “Thank you for flying with Terrorist Airlines, and we hope you have a nice afterlife.” “NOOOOOO!” and the middle of the plane exploded.
(The plane landed with a very hard crash, and an hour later Mr. Lawrence woke up. He figured he woke up in the bathroom because the blast blew him backwards through the door. He was lucky he was in there because he didn’t see any other survivors).
“JIMMY?” Mr. Lawrence yelled as he searched around. “He has to be alive. He had his seatbelt on. I just have to find the other half of the plane.” Mr. Lawrence thought, “He has to be.”
CRACK! “What was that?” Mr. Lawrence muttered to himself. “It sounded like a gunshot, there must be someone else out there!” Mr. Lawrence thought. He heard another, and followed the noise. CRACK! A bullet went straight by Mr. Lawrence.
“WHOA, I’M NOT ANY TYPE OF GAME!” Mr. Lawrence bellowed, waving his arms.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE MAN?” the hunter yelled.
“THERE WAS A PLANE CRASH EARLIER, A TERRORIST BLEW UP THE PLANE AND MY SON AND I WERE SEPARATED.” Mr. Lawrence yelled to him. “THERE IS A CABIN A FEW MILES FROM HERE, I CAN GIVE YOU A RIDE IF YOU WANT TO!” the hunter yelled.
“YEAH, HE MIGHT BE THERE. LET’S GO!” and the hunter rode his snowmobile over to him and he got on.
“What’s your name?” Mr. Lawrence asked as they rode along the snow. “Maverick.”
“Here we are,” Maverick said, and he killed the engine. They walked to the door. They heard Jimmy crying and they went in. Mr. Lawrence walked in and around the corner Matthew came out and punched him in the face. Mr. Lawrence fell to the floor and Maverick knocked Matthew out. He helped Mr. Lawrence up and checked his cell phone for service. Luckily, he had a bar and he called the police. The police got there fast. They arrested Matthew and gave them a ride to their Grandma’s.
