New York

• Ryan Ross, Grade 5/6
• Short Story
• 2007

Australia, Melbourne airport, time 5:39am.
“Hi, I am Ryan.”
“Hello Ryan where would you like to go” said the lady at the counter.
“Arrrr New York”
“That will be $122.00 dollars”
“Here”
“Thank you and have a nice trip”
“I hope I do”
TWO HOURS LATER
“This is the worst trip ever”
“All passengers head to gate #9 to New York”
“Ok” in confusion Ryan headed to gate #9.
AT GATE #9
“Wait, wait”
“Just in time”
“Good, I’ don’t want to miss my flight”
ON THE PLANE
“Sir you are seated D4 first class” said the flight attendant. So I walked to my seat and sat down next to a man named Cameron Days. We talked and slept till we landed.
SREECH!
“All passengers head to the exit of the plane.”
“Cameron get up, get up.” I checked his pulse. Nothing.
“I need a doctor” I yelled.
“Why”
“My friend won’t wake up”
“Please get off the plane”
“O.K.”
I got off the plane and called a cab. As soon as the taxi arrived I said “To this motel please”
ON BROKLYN BRIDGE
A maniac in a truck crashed through cars till a fire started and rolled onto the taxi. I was in it and the truck blew up along with me.