MH370

“Ma, do we have to go to Beijing? I don’t even know grandma or grandpa! I never met them before, and it’s going to super awkward, and they’re going to wonder why I dyed my hair crazy colors and criticize that I should dye it back to be ‘ladylike’ and not look like a punk, and-“

“Amber,” her mother sighed, “you’re going. We’re already at the airport, I already bought the ticket, which cost five months of my salary, and grandma and grandpa want to see you.”

The airport was noisy, with the speakers announcing flight after flight. “Asiana Airlines will depart in…2 hours.”
People were scurrying about to find the right terminal, lounging in the waiting area, sleeping, and people holding up signs to find their loved ones.
Amber hated this.
She hated that she couldn’t spend her break with her friends in Kuala Lumpur and had to see her grandparents that never bothered to call or email her but suddenly wanted a visit.
She already moved to a foreign country because of her mother’s job in the makeup industry, but now she had to go to Beijing. She sighed, grabbed her purple studded suitcase, and followed her mother to the luggage area.

“Malaysia Airlines will depart in…30 minutes,” the speaker screeched.

“Well we better get a move on. Come on, grab your bags and- Amber are you even listening to me?” as she slapped Amber’s leg for her to take off her headphones and move.

“Was that us?” Amber asked.
“Come on, the flights leaving in 25 minutes and I don’t want to wait on a long line. Get your things and let’s go.” Her mother muttered.
So excited…. Amber thought.
She slowly got up from her seat and collected her things and proceeded to follow her mother to the airline.
When they got there, people were already creating a line that seemed to go on for miles. It was excruciating to stand on a line with crying babies, people who seemed to forget their passports, and gossiping middle-aged women. Amber never even wanted to be here. She hated every passing moment and she wished she could be back in her comfortable home, with no one to pester her.
After waiting for what seemed like decades, they were reached the front of the line. As her and her mother were entering the path to the airplane, a man with a tan leather jacket rushed past them, while looking back with a deathly glare. Amber glared right back at him, for she was not having a pleasant day herself. Sighing loud enough for her mother to hear she drags her feet across the floor while her mother scoffs and goes in front of her, ignoring Amber.
The pilot greets everyone through the speaker with a chirpy tone. “Good Morning, everyone! I am Kevin, and I will be your pilot today. Right next to me is Mark, and he will be your co-pilot. Hope you enjoy our flight to Beijing! Thank you for choosing Malaysia Airlines.” Then the flight attendants start to seat the people as they close all of the overhead compartments. The flight attendant speaks though the speaker and says all the safety instructions that we typically hear, like “If there is an emergency…” and “Please wear your seatbelts until the light above is lit up.” And so on.

Amber and her mother get settled, and Amber sits next to the window, looking out, wondering what she should do in Beijing. Her mother, tired and irritated by her daughter, grabs the blanket in the seat pocket and the pillow on her seat and immediately falls asleep. Great. A six-hour flight with my mothers obnoxious snoring. Amber thought.
The flight was fairly quiet. Everybody was starting to sleep or watching movies with their headphones on. But then, the speaker turned on with a static. It was not Kevin or Mark. A deep, low voice resonated throughout the airplane.
“Hello. I am your pilot now.”
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