Does anybody here write? Share it here! I've written quite a few things in the past week for English assessments This is my writing about a plane crash (which I got a 7b on :*) "Breath In, Breath out" I whispered to myself. This was my first flight in all my 16 years of life, and I was taking it badly. Anxiety was streaming through my blood, and sweat cascaded down my head, blurring my eyes and soaking my shirt. I hated it. Even though we'd only been in the air for about an hour, my parents were already asleep, so I had no one to squeeze my hand, or relieve me from my worries. I imagined I was on a beach- like I would be this time tomorrow: calming music flowing through the damp summers air; dolphins swimming in the distance, their distant yet distinct conversations chiming in my ears. Slowly, I drifted away into paradise - oblivious to my horror of flying. I dreamt I was in an Utopian wonderland, having fun with all of my family, until many hours later I awoke with a shudder. It seemed like everyone else around me had been disrupted too, as they too were all sat up bolt straight, looking around at each other. Minutes later, as I had just fully regained my consciousness, there was another loud bang as the plane convulsed. Almost everyone gasped, as we began descending, almost vertically. Babies began screaming; their mothers trying to comfort them with their own distressed murmurs, and people around me prayed, hoping that someone up there- whoever- would save them. I didn't scream though. I'd read about things like this in preparation for my flight- some may said i was just being paranoid, however I knew my research would pay out. I remember reading about how 70% of people in plane crashes survive, and just a small spark of hope lit up my mind. I quietly looked around me, hunting the emergency exits and safety jackets under my seat, as chaos emitted. As the plane oscillated, more and more people joined the ever growing panic- people were being thrown from one side of the plane to the other, their nose's bloody from hitting the seats in front of them; their pain inflicted shrieking ringing in my ears. I felt as if it was the end of the world. But I knew I had to live. Then suddenly, the plane was inverted, and hell broke loose around me. My hope was deteriorating. I clung onto my seat belt, my screams unable to be freed from my mouth, as my life flashed before my eyes. I was no longer in a plane, about to die. I was in my paradise again. I awoke as we were yards from the ground- I saw empty Fields growing larger as we descended closer and closer to them. We were swerving uncontrollable, as large bangs erupted and the smokey smell of fuel and fire filled the air. I looked to my right as the wing of the plane hit an old dilapidated church, and then to my left, where people scattered away in sheer panic away from the wreck that was heading towards them. Seconds later, we hit the ground with a debacle crash that will remain in my memory forever- I expected a few gentle bumps, however how we landed was far from that. I saw black; I felt the life in my slowly deteriorating, and then the real devastation began.