Unformatted text preview: that I was clear to go through. As I walk down the long corridor to the entrance of the plane, beads of icy sweat begin to form on my forehead, and I ask myself if I am ready to do this task for a god I have never seen. Quietly, with timid, measured motions I take a seat in the back of the plane. I start to pray and again I ask myself if what I am doing is right. My pulse quickens and tendons tighten as the plane begins to ascend, because now I know there is no turning back. I look around the place and lock eyes with two of my partners. In what seems like an eternity they give me the signal that the plan will soon start. In quick and calculated motions my partner jumps and grabs the stewardess and throws her on the floor, while my other partner heads for the cockpit. The cabin erupts in commotion but my gaze is frozen on a little girl screaming and her father grasping onto her with a frightened look on his face....
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- Spring '09
- English, partner, Odor, Early morning commuters, Karna Upadhyay, brightly lit moon, cold morning bit