*Jared*
We boarded the plane and I stopped dead, staring down the narrow tube that was supposed to fly us tens of thousands of feet in the air.
“What’s wrong?” Eliza asked, turning to me.
“This… is very small.”
Eliza shook her head and grabbed my hand. “Come on, it is perfectly safe.”
She pulled me to our seats. Like an expert, she sat down and fastened her seatbelt.
I mimicked her. When the plane jolted, I grabbed the armrests and pressed myself into the back of the seat.
“Jared, we’re not taking off yet. They’ll make a big announcement, it is fine,” she assured, taking my hand again and holding it in her lap.
She relaxed in her seat and closed her eyes.
Glancing around the plane, I noticed that everyone else was getting settled into their seats and they didn’t seem at all concerned.
Sweat practically poured down the back of my neck. I breathed in and out repeatedly and looked around at the tiny tube that was somehow an acceptable form of transportation.
