I found myself staring out the window of the small plane watching the sea of endless trees below us. It had been hours since we had last past a city to refuel—hours since our last conversation. The silence was filled with the engine roaring so loudly that it prevented any other sound from being heard. I didn’t mind the noise since it meant that I didn’t have to answer anymore awkward questions from Jeff.
Apparently he had visited me when I was first born and a few times afterwards. I tried figuring out how he knew my mother, but every time I asked questions about the matter he would clam up. It was utterly frustrating and there was nothing that I could do about it. Shaking my head, I watched as a few lakes and rivers speckled the otherwise green land with another sigh.
I wanted to take out my mother’s journal, but I decided not to go against her wishes. I had a feeling that Jeff would tell her about my broken promise if I did otherwise. Resting my head against the cool window, I couldn’t help but reply the last few hours in my mind. How had everything spiraled out of control so quickly?
What if this was all some elaborate trick? Perhaps mom had really heard from the school about the fight and was now trying to give me away. She had always been really patient with me but perhaps my luck had finally dried up. The thought caused my eyes to burn with tears before I rapidly tried to blink them away. I was stronger than that.
I had never cried in front of my bullies and I wouldn’t cry now. With that thought in mind, I found myself glancing in Jeff’s direction and noticed him glancing back. He motioned for me to put on the antique headset that would allow us to hear each other above the ruckus of the engine. I was tempted to ignore his suggestion, but the smile he sent me caused a reluctant groan to escape my lips. Great.
Putting on the bulky headset, I rearranged the mic so that it was just hovering over my lips. Over the course of the trip so far I had learned so much about the plane...like how difficult it was to fly. It was simply amazing to see how Jeff managed to push the right buttons and turn the right knobs to keep the plane in the air. It was as if he was a musician expertly playing a majestic instrument.
Unfortunately, I had also learned the fact that there were two survivor kits that rested against my legs oh so innocently. Jeff had stated that they were a required precaution, but the fact that they were there caused me to feel nervous nonetheless. Blinking a few more times, I fought back the tears as I watched the man before me as he turned the plane slightly to the left.
“Don’t look like the world is falling apart kiddo, everything is going to be alright.” He finally remarked over the mike, a smile tugging at his lips as he reached over and gently grasped my shoulder before he grabbed one of the levers.
“That’s easy for you to say. You know what’s going on and I don’t.” He remarked before looking out the window, unable to...