“Do we have to go?” I was saying to my parents just before the taxi would come and take us to the airport of total doom.
“John, it will be alright,” my mom whispered to me. “This airline is the most trusted airline system in the whole world so far.” She hasn’t seen the news I thought while rolling my eyes.
First let me introduce myself; my name is John Miguel Dos Santos Sutter. You can just call me John. I have a younger sister/brother that is still inside my mom’s belly fighting to come out. The last and final thing that you need to know is that I am reading a book while riding a Taxi to the Arymar International Airport in Michigan.
“Here John, this might calm you down,“ Murmured my dad as he gave me his phone. My dad’s phone has lots of apps that he uses to work, but the really actual game that he has is … Pacman. I kept down the phone and asked my dad, “Dad have you seen the news there has been 17 out of 20 of plane crashes in the world this month, do you want to live or not?“ I said in a frustrated tone of voice “Stop arguing,” he screamed. “If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to,” Do you understand?“
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good,” He replied calmly. The rest of the drive was silent. The only voice was coming from the drivers GPS beeping every so often. The ride took about 1 hour to reach Arymar INTL airport. As the Taxi guy was giving us our luggage my eyes darted from side to side to see new people coming from every Taxi that surrounded us.
“John let’s go,” said my dad urgently
“Why do we have to hurry, dad? The plane departs at 2:30 and the time is only 12:00 noon.” My dad replied “That’s what you think, the plane now departs at 1:00.”
“Really,” I said nervously while feeling that the end is coming closer and closer and closer.
As I was waiting for our flight to come, I decide to pray and hope that life will be good when we enter the plane and all the way until we land at Chicago INTL airport. A few minutes later some girl asked everyone in business class to board first.
“Great, first one to enter the plane that is going to crash is the business class people,” I said.
“John we are supposed to go to this side, not the side that leads to the economy class,” said my dad.
“Ok dad,” I whined as I followed him toward our seat. My heart was beating as fast as a flying plane.
A few minutes Later
Thud, went to the bottom of the plane when I fell on the floor. The next thing that happened were lot of voices. Some of the voices were annoyed and some offered some help. Then two people from my school, whispered to each other ”John fainted while boarding the plane. Such a scaredy cat HA HA HA.”
Ok, first let me tell you what happened back there. Both of their names were Stanley at Watley. They are twin brothers. I know them from school. They are the biggest bullies in the school. I kept on arguing with them that I am not scared of planes. I furious with those two guys. So I decided to get revenge on those two people. As the plane roared in the sky I was sleeping.
1 hour later
“John wake up,” My dad hollered as he rattled my head, “the plane is on fire.”
“What dad?” I asked him when I instantly heard what he said.
“The plane is on fire, c’mon we have to exit the plane quickly.” my dad said nervously. When my hearing and vision came back I freaked out instantly. I knew that this would happen I thought nervously. I saw that there were a lot of people running around frantically trying to find the exit. Ignoring everyone’s shouts of terror I decided to jump out of the plane. Well I want to live, right? So I took a parachute from my dad’s bag and went toward the exit. I heard my dad yelling. Then I jumped………………………
Back in the plane
(intercom) We have fixed the fire. No need to panic. We will reach Chicago in 1 hour. “Yay” everyone except my dad shouted. He was going to every section of the plane to find me. Then when he finally gave up, he slumped back in his seat.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” I screamed while I was falling all the way down with an elevation of 100,000 feet in the air. I closed my eyes, hoping that my first adventure would turn in to a good one. The next thing I remember was crashing in the open ground.
In the hospital
“This guy is mad he was falling from the sky right into my taxi” said Indiana Bones.
“Why was he falling from the sky in the first place?” asked a journalist.
“Haven’t ya’ll seen the news,” said the doctor as he handed it over to to the journalist
“He jumped off the plane when everything is alright, wow this is an interesting person,” said Indiana Bones. Just then my vision came back to sight. I jumped up from the bed and started asking questions as quick as a flash. The journalist and Indiana Bones looked startled at my unexpected appearance. One of the questions I asked were where I am.
Then I remembered my dad and why I jumped off the plane while nothing happened on the plane at all. I had to get to Chicago. I told Indiana Bones “Can you tell me whether I can catch a taxi here at all.”
After a few minutes
“Well, I am sorry kid, all the taxis here in Saint Joseph are sold out for a whole entire week. What a bummer. These people book 1 month before they even need the taxi,” said Indiana Bones
“It’s okay Bones, I’ll find another way to get to Chicago.” I said feeling confident.
I roamed the small town of Saint Joseph for some material that I could use to make something that can get me to Chicago.
With a long time of searching I finally found a junkyard west of Saint Joseph. I asked the guy who owned the junkyard.
“Can I use some of those stuff that you have there, please?”
“Sure, kid they are just some junk that people all over town given to me,” said the farmer
“Thank you,” I replied back to him
“No problem,” he answered back to me as he walked away. I grabbed a lot of stuff from his pile of garbage. Some of the stuff that I grabbed were some rusty car/auto parts and a small rusty engine. I thought that I need some company to make something Hi tech. Then I remembered that my dad told me that he has two cousins that live on New York street in Saint Joseph. Their names were Maria and Ronnie. I left the auto parts on the ground and started walking to 1008 New York street.
At their apartment I knocked on the door.
“Welcome to apartment 109, please welcome yourself in,” said Ronnie
I stepped on to there carpet that was as hard as a rock. Maria motioned me toward their sofa and said “Aren’t you John Sutter? The son of Alicia Sutter and Rolang Sutter?”
“Sure I am. I am wondering whether you can help me make a car with rusty pieces from the junkyard?.” They replied back, “Uuuuuum, maybe. Just tell us where to go and we’ll meet you there in 5 minutes.”
At Chicago INTL Airport
(Intercom) We have landed at Chicago INTL airport. Please wait until the seat belt signal is off before you get out of the plane. “Enjoy your visit to chicago. JOY!”
My dad was still unhappy. He decided to calm himself down that he would stay in a hotel for a week before going back to Michigan.
All three of us were working so hard to build the car. Hammering the nails to make the car stay together. We had to make sure The wires connecting properly and the engine works. Then we had to build the seats for the car. After a few days the car was ready to go.
I drove to Chicago as fast as flash. I reached Chicago in about 7 hours. As I entered the Chicago INTL airport. I scanned the airport. As I traveled from east to west, to the north and to the south of the airport. I still couldn’t find him so I decided to go to the memory desk
At the memory desk I asked the guy whether he knew my dad.
“Rolang Sutter, well I know him all right. He went to the hotel down the road.” said the Englishman that owned the station. I was really happy that I would get reunited with my dad
I walked down the road until I saw a big sign that covered the main entrance. SAPPHIRE STONE. I knocked on the door.
“Welcome to Sapphire stone what can I get for you?” said the maid of the hotel.
“Do you know anyone who entered here called Rolang Sutter?” I asked
“Sure we do, he is downstairs. Number 123,” said the maid
“Thank you,” I replied.
“No prob,” remarked the maid.
5 minutes later
“Son how did you get here,” cried my dad.
“Well it was hard. I broke my hand when I fell off the plane. Then I landed in the small town of Saint Joseph. The two cousins names that you gave me helped me make a very simple car to drive here. Just when I arrived the car broke down right in the airport parking.” I said
“Since you did all that hard work, John. I have a big surprise to you when we land back in Michigan,” said my dad.
“Cool,” I said
“Well why are we waiting. Let’s get flying.” said my dad finally. Now I don’t care about the newspaper and about anything else. The only thing I want to do is go on an adventure. To have some fun!! Now I know that I had went on the the most scariest adventure I have ever had. Victory