Tonya Fowler
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I have a Master's in English/Creative Writing. I've taught 7th and 8th grade English in Arkansas and Oklahoma. Now, I'm trying to finish my YA novel and put some stories out there to get discovered. Hope you all enjoy my writings.
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Homecoming
Prologue I was awakened by shouts and crying. I could not breathe. There was white smoke everywhere. I could see the oxygen masks that had fallen from their hiding place under the overhead compartment. I swatted at them like I was swatting flies. No way was I going to let a mask keep me tethered to this plane, so I pulled my shirt over my mouth and nose. I wished for us to be back home, to be arguing about not wanting to go to Ireland. Anything would be better than being on this stupid plane in the middle of stupid nowhere worrying about being rescued. Something hit my foot. Looking down, I saw purses, bags, and even shoes sliding towards the front of the plane. I swallowed hard and turned toward my window. Water! Twisting my head to the other side to see out the other window, all I could see was water. We’re going to crash into the ocean! I saw my mom in the seat across the aisle from me. She was stiff, rigid, and her eyes were wide. Her knuckles were white from gripping the arm rests. I wasn’t sure she was breathing. Dad was trying to climb over Seth and Tara. My brother and sister were seated on the inside of Mom and Dad by the window so that they could read comic books together. Now Dad was trying to put them between himself and Mom. The youngest in the center.
By Tonya Fowler3 years ago in Fiction
