Chapter 0
Prologue
“You know? You didn’t have to come” I say to my friend “I mean like, you’re not even a brony and I’m going the con”
I should introduce myself, hi my name is Luis and I’m crazy enough to see I’m suddenly in a story, kind of new actually as I’ve never been in someone’s story before, anyway, I’m 6’ tall and I turn 20 in two days, and I’m what’s known as a European looking Mexican, with slightly long dark brown hair and dark-chocolate coloured eyes, as well as having white-ish skin with a farmer’s tan.
I’m currently wearing a blue zip-up hoodie with a plain dark green polo underneath and blue carpenter style jeans and black leather combat boots.
“Well, you know me I like to hang with my buddies,” says Rick turning to me, “It’s also kinda nice to travel, tho I never thought you’d ever want to go to the US, not even for this,” he is now looking at me with a somewhat amused face.
Rick, my best friend since high school, is a 5’ 7” tall 21 almost 22 year old dude with short, slightly lighter than me, brown hair and brown eyes, he’s half-white half-Peruvian with a white complexion. Currently, he has a long-sleeve t-shirt, black with wine-red sleeves, navy blue jeans, and black and red skate shoes with ankle support.
“Well, you know... there’s a first for everything”
“True but-“
“Attention passengers, due to on-coming winds, there will be a twenty minute delay on our arrival,” well that sucks.
“That means we have to wait, what? Two and a half hours? Great...” I say.
*ding*
I look up to see the seatbelt light turn on as the plane starts to shake slightly.
We fasten our seatbelts, Rick out of fear and me out of nothing better to do.
Without a warning the slight turbulence become a violent quake, the oxygen masks drop, “Shit...” I whisper to myself as I put it on. The shaking becoming increasingly more violent, drowning out the panicked yelling inside the plane.
I look out the window and see the wing oscillating, “I had to get the wing window didn’t I... FUCK!!”
The wing is moving a good 3 meters up and down
*hisss*
I look down to see a tear appear on the wall by my feet. This is how I die isn’t it?
The tear creeps itself up the wall as if and unseen force is trying to rip the plane apart
Something hits my leg, giving me an uneasy feeling that I can't describe. I look down to see the screw had seemingly loosened by the turbulence, fear fills all my senses, and only one thing crossed my mind, God hates me right now.
With a loud bang the wall finally gives out and my seat flies of with me still attached, but not before slamming my head against the fuselage, then everything goes dark.