IT IS TOO LATE

IT IS TOO LATE !!!!

That poor lady  is looking at the photo  for two hours like I do sometime to remind me about my father who never came back.

I look back and say.

¨Hello.¨

the lady starts crying and says.

¨I wish he was here.¨ 

I look at the photo. Dark red was all over it I start screaming help!

but it was too late.

BY AQIB

A WOBBLING TIME

A WOBBLING TIME

¨Am I speaking AAA yes sorry guys may you put your set belt on .¨
said the captain.
Bang! the sound of thunder  wakes me up.I look outside but  all I see is an light stabbing the earth surfaces.The  rain hits  the windows like little gun shot trying to push the plane out of its track.I take the warm seal key blanket and put it over me and start thinking it will be fine but it wasn´t. The plane shook like a bell echoing through the school. I clutch  on my green blanket . And start thinking about if i can be alive and if i can trust Air New Zealand.The plane stop i glance back to the window and start thinning we made it.