Story time agrain?
My name is Adam, this is my story, for the most par, all I can remember at least. I won't lie to you, I think I went crazy, there is a point of time where I cannot remember exactly what I did to stay alive, but as far as I can tell I am alive enough to tell it to you now.
It started on the plane. Mahala Air flight 217, I had the window seat, being 17 you would thing this is wonderful. It meant I was boxed in by a woman who could talk up taller storms than a hurricane. She looked to be around 15, red hair, skinny as hell. One lanky broad. Her appearance held no attraction to me, so as I had my cd's and a magazine to attend to, I dared not delve into her more personal quirks. She on the otherhand, felt she must pick me apart.
"Where are you from?" , "Really? What's it like there?", "What makes you unique" I told her, I had a growth inside my bellybutton making it look as if I had none, it was level with my belly creating a smooth surface with the smallest of imperfections. Her last question really got me. "So, do you belive in god?". Each question up to this could have been answered without a second thought, I could have kept my head down the whole trip if it wasn't for this trip, but I found the right answer, simple really, "I don't know".
She then pulled out her camera, "Can I see your belly button?" This struck me as odd, but I showed her, I had just pulled back the plastic blind of my window, the camera flashed into it the second the stewardess had asked either of us for a coke or something, as luck would have had it, she had epilepsy(sp). The reflection of the flash in the window into her eyes had caused her to topple over the same as the dishes she had been holding. This seemed to have caused great commotion as the pilot ran out of the cockpit, running straight for the girl.
It started on the plane. Mahala Air flight 217, I had the window seat, being 17 you would thing this is wonderful. It meant I was boxed in by a woman who could talk up taller storms than a hurricane. She looked to be around 15, red hair, skinny as hell. One lanky broad. Her appearance held no attraction to me, so as I had my cd's and a magazine to attend to, I dared not delve into her more personal quirks. She on the otherhand, felt she must pick me apart.
"Where are you from?" , "Really? What's it like there?", "What makes you unique" I told her, I had a growth inside my bellybutton making it look as if I had none, it was level with my belly creating a smooth surface with the smallest of imperfections. Her last question really got me. "So, do you belive in god?". Each question up to this could have been answered without a second thought, I could have kept my head down the whole trip if it wasn't for this trip, but I found the right answer, simple really, "I don't know".
She then pulled out her camera, "Can I see your belly button?" This struck me as odd, but I showed her, I had just pulled back the plastic blind of my window, the camera flashed into it the second the stewardess had asked either of us for a coke or something, as luck would have had it, she had epilepsy(sp). The reflection of the flash in the window into her eyes had caused her to topple over the same as the dishes she had been holding. This seemed to have caused great commotion as the pilot ran out of the cockpit, running straight for the girl.