"Passengers, please buckle your seatbelts, our pilot has been warned that turbulence may be very severe tonight. This doesn't occur often but let me assure you it's nothing to be worried about, " says the overly-happy flight attendant.

Great. Like I wasn't worried enough already about being in this stupid plane, with its stupid turbulence and ridiculous height. I didn't even need the announcement, my seatbelt was already on. I always wear my place seatbelt, even though if something does happen, it probably won't help much. I wish I had been blasting my music through my headphones, so I had never heard the announcement, which seemed to render people silent. I now hear nothing but the sound of the plane. At this weird silence, I become aware of one of my favourite rap songs being played, but it sounds different. Although muffled (the music is probably coming from somebodies headphones), I can hear the music is different, although the beats still go with the lyrics. I can't believe that my stress and nerves were so intense that I didn't even realise it was playing. Or more importantly, playing close to me. I turn around and in the seat behind me sits a girl with a pair of giant headphones over her light-brown hair, waving to just below her collarbone. She's sleeping, so I get a chance to examine her small features. Her skin is pale and her lips are almost just as pale, but her eyes make a statement. They're dark, lined in black pencil and shaded in dark eyeshadow. I turn back into my seat, thinking about how amazing her music taste is, when I realise; she's sleeping. The announcement. Her headphones. She wouldn't have seen nor heard the announcement, and I turn to see her seatbelt undone, floppy against her side, which I would have stared at forever if I wasn't worried for her. Without thinking twice, I remove my seatbelt, turn backwards and get up onto my knees, lean over the back of my seat, and take off her headphones, placing them on her lap. I'm about to grab her shoulders to shake her awake, when her eyes pop open, startled, and at the same time, her arm flings out and her index finger-nail makes contact with my cheek. I jerk back, touch a finger to my cheek, and feel blood. The plane chatter has started up again. For a moment, she stares at me with her eyes wide, alarmed, but she blinks a few times as if returning to reality, and her eyes calm down.

"Oh, sorry about scratching you, " she says. Her voice is girly, but at the same time strong, but also cute. Be cool, I tell myself.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. I was just waking you um- " I start. Be cool, I have to remind myself. She's just a pretty girl, you aren't new at talking to pretty girls. Don't be stupid.
"The attendant said there'd be heavy turbulence soon, and we need to put on our seatbelts. I saw you sleeping and thought I'd tell you, " I say, and I manage to sound really confident when I say it.

"Oh, thanks, " she says as she clips her belt into place. I take the oppurtunity to compliment her music.

"By the way, I heard your music, it sou-" but I'm cut off my a sudden, intense shaking of the plane. Calm down, I tell myself. It's just turbulence, you've been through this. As I frantically twist into my seat and grab my seatbelt, I'm mad at myself for being so stupid. I'm in a plane, that I knew was about to go into turbulence, yet I was distracted by a beautiful girl, so distracted I wasn't even wearing my seatbelt! As I try to pull the end of the seatbelt up to pull it over myself, the plane bumps really hard and sends my arm up to my face, the metal piece of the belt going straight into my eye, hard. I scream, dropping the belt and pushing my eye into my hands, hoping to relieve the pain. The plane jerks back, I jerk foward into the back of the seat in front of me. It jerks foward, I jerk back. It jerks once more, but I have no clue which direction, because I feel myself fall and my head hits something hard, causing everything around me to go black.