I have a fear of airplanes, especially if they need to take me overseas. I am always afraid the airplane will drop into the sea or crash into a building. But I do enjoy airports, with their conveyer belts and escalators.
One day I was waiting in an extremely long line at the airport in Philadelphia. My destination is Italy. Finally, my flight was here and I boarded the plane. After takeoff we headed toward the Atlantic Ocean. After midway the pilot announced that the airplane was out of gasoline, we were going to crash. I freaked out, gathering all my belongings and putting on my life vest. I lined up by the opened airplane door. But peculiarly instead of nosediving the airplane gradually started rising. I was the closest to the door and was swept out by the wind. I didn't have a parachute, and gravity pulled at the velocity of 199 miles an hour. I plummeted down, down, down, down...
However I woke up before I plunged into the sea. I wonder what would have happened if I didn't wake up. Would I be eaten by a shark? Would I drown? Would I be lashed at by a Manta Ray? WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?
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