Regina decidedly did not like the idea of boarding a plane on Spirit Airlines at 8:30 in the morning, but it was too late. She anxiously grabbed her dark purple suitcase, pushing the blond bangs away from her face. She glanced to the side, “what if our plane crashed or something?” She heard a scoff, amused dark eyes glancing at her. “Don't be ridiculous,” a dark arm intertwined with hers. “You’re just nervous! When we’re at Spain, speaking shitty spanish with me and taking instagram photos you’ll be wishing to go on a million planes to do it again.”
They walked back to their group, and Regina decidedly did not worry about the plane. She instead distracted herself with talking to Evelyn about what they’ll be doing in around 20 hours.
“Do you want a kiss?”
Regina smirked, and jokingly leaned in a closed her eyes, “ew, not like that!” A hand smacked against her forehead and pushed her back. She laughed, until a tiny silver foiled chocolate smacked her in the cheek. “Ow! I think i’m bleeding!” Her friend gave her a side eye as she picked up the wrapped chocolate in her lap. “Thank you!” Regina unwrapped the kiss and popped it into her mouth. She went to put the wrapper in her pocket until the plane LURCHED-
her hand slipped, the wrapper sliding across the ground as she put her closed hand on Evelyns left bicep and gripped. “What the fuck?” she tasted chocolate on her tongue and met the scared eyes of her friend, a speck of mascara on her right eye. Or was that her freckles?
Suddenly the plane felt too cold, or was that just her short sleeves and shorts? We weren’t even halfway there to Spain.
She felt the sweater she was sitting on by her thighs but couldn’t bring herself to grab it. Her breath came out in short gasps, the loss of oxygen felt surreal, like she was simply spectating. “My mom paid too much money for this.” It was sudden, but he realize of her mom paying all this money for a school trip and it not even happening because everyone was killed in a plane crash brought a wetness to her eyes. “Omg,” Evelyn gasped. Her soft hand met hers and they both gripped each other. “I don’t want to die,” she felt lightheaded, the edges of her vision darkening.
Faintly, she heard a baby cry, but she couldn’t muster the ability to be annoyed by it as she usually did. Her grip slackened, her lungs were on fire. Was she hyperventilating or was there really no oxygen in the air? Her gaze drifted down as her body fell forward. Reginas forehead hit the blue backing of the seat in front of her painfully.
Was she going to Spain with a big black bruise on her face?
was she.. even going to Spain?
The plane lurched left before it fell fell fell and fell forward until hitting a mountain on the decent down.
it exploded and caught on fire.