It's Thursday. Today I am actually doing it. I'm beating my fears and travelling to America by plane. This is one of my biggest fears - flying that is. I've never been able to do it; not counting my toddler years. I feel like it will be a good day.

With my bags packed and my home locked, I jumped into a taxi. He drove to my friend Camilla's house as she was travelling with me. The taxi reached the airport and Camilla and I jumped out. I paid the man and then we were on our way. Going through all the procedures of flying, I started to worry. My fear was back and worse; it all felt real now. Taking deep breaths I felt something grab my hand.

"It's okay", Camilla murmured in my ear. "Nothing will go wrong. You'll fall asleep on the plane and when you wake up we will be there".

"Okay", I replied. And with camilla leading the way, we boarded the plane.

Scanning my surroundings, I found seat 16 and sat down. I had the aisle seat and camilla was in the middle. Next to her was a man. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, he had a medium build and looked to be in his late thirties. Must be travelling for work.

Ignoring the man, and fastening my seatbelt, I closed my eyes waiting for my body to shut down. It did.

Suddenly, I was shaken awake. Around me people were screaming and shouting. Families were hugging each other and friends were trying to calm each other down.

Camilla was sat squeezing my hand, tightly. "What's happening?" I asked her.

"Something's wrong, the plane keeps swaying, wobbling and jittering. It isn't smooth."

I looked around for a member of the flight crew. No one. I hate planes. Don't even know why I thought to travel by one now. It was like I was in a nightmare. One I couldn't pinch myself out of.

My thoughts led to the amount of people travelling with me today. I have to do something. Standing up, I turned to the man next to Camilla. He was sat calm and still. I asked him "will you watch her while I'm gone?" and with a slight nod as a reply, I fled to the front of the plane to see the pilot.

Slamming open the door, I looked in horror to see blood and both men on the floor. Who had done this? Where was the killer? 'No time to think about that they could still be alive'. I scurried towards the men to see if they were still breathing. The main pilot was dead and the other was breathing, but was losing a lot of blood and was unconscious.

In a flash, I ran back to where all the passengers were and screamed for silence. No one shut up. Next to me, in the front seat was a young girl. Around the age of six. I asked her to scream and she did. That shut them up.

Now that I had everyone's attention, I shouted out, "Is anyone a doctor on this plane?" One hand went up. Another hand went up. "Anymore?" No more hands. "If you are a doctor, will you please come here a second".

Once they were at the front, I whispered to them "are any of you good with a bleeding unconscious man?"

"Yes", a deep voice spoke. Looking up I saw the man who sat next to Camilla.

"I need you to come with me then", I asked to him. Showing him the pilots room, the man kneeled down next to the co-pilot. After doing what he could do, he looked up to me. "No chance" he spoke. I just stared at him.

"What should we do then?"

"I have no idea".

All of a sudden, the plane jolted. The man looked out the window and said, "we are going down".

Through my heads thoughts raced. If only I hadn't travelled by plane, I wouldn't be in this situation, I had to brace it out. I had to take control. Try and save so many innocent people.

Making my way back to the passengers, I took a deep breath. Do it, and so I got everyone's attention and said, "Hi everyone. Is anyone able to fly a plane? No. No one. Okay. Well we are speeding down to the ground as both pilots have been killed. Eventually we will hit the ground. So, I want everyone to sit back down, fasten your seat-belts, and put your heads between your legs. While doing this, can you please pray for the lives of you and others and be thankful for being together at this horrible moment. May God be with you".

Everyone looked at me in horror and rushed to their seats; doing what I asked. The man and I sat back down next to camilla, and the plane started to jiggle about.

I put my head between my legs and prayed. Warmth went all through my body and I thought too if I die, at least I attempted to save the lives of many.

The plane hit the ground, and everything went black.

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Flight 47 had a terrible ending. The pilots were killed by a serial killer who didn't care about his life anymore; nor did he care for anyone else's on that plane. The girl saving everyone her name was Mary. Sadly, she didn't survive. Camilla and the man didn't either. Out of 206 people on that plane, 159 died. Only 47 survived. All because someone didn't think they mattered.