The cheerleader, with a wide-eyed stare, looked around at all the others on the plane wondering who they were. Whatever was going on, they were all in it together.
No one seemed comfortable because this exceptional group on the plane had totally different backgrounds - a cheerleader, swimmer, nerd, rocker, gothic girl, grease monkey, golfer, cross country runner, wrestler, and a quarterback.
The cheerleader is extremely cute, bubbly, and nice to everyone. She has cheered, basically, all her life. The swimmer can’t live without the water. She has a huge swimming pool at her house. The nerd built his own computer and reads quite a bit. The rocker writes his own lyrics and plays the guitar. The gothic girl is extremely intelligent and artistic. She has her own garden with various vegetables and flowers.
The grease monkey is a daddy’s girl and works with him. He races locally and almost always wins. The golfer almost feels like he can will the ball into the hole and doesn’t understand it. The cross country runner has incredible endurance and loves to run. The wrestler is strong, smooth, and quick. The quarterback has pinpoint accuracy.
The golfer, cross country runner, wrestler, and quarterback were allowed to compete athletically in elementary school. Once they hit junior high, their parents explained (the best they could), that they were special and it wouldn’t be fair to the other kids; furthermore, the parents didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to their uniquely talented kids.
The cheerleader still wondered about the other nine. The gothic girl was obviously telepathic. What about the big, muscular guys, the geeky-looking guy, the athletic girls, and the long-haired, rocker-looking guy; what could they do? She definitely had more questions than answers.
Just then the stewardess passed by, and the cheerleader said, “Excuse me, miss. Come here, please.”
The stewardess stopped, turned around, leaned down and said, “What may I do for you, young lady?”
The cheerleader said, “I have a few questions like - Where are we going? Who are the those other kids? When are we going to get there?”
“I really don’t know. They seem to be paying a lot of attention to you. Maybe you are the one,” the stewardess grinned as she walked off.
“One what? Hey, get back here!” screamed the cheerleader.
This outburst made the others grow anxious, also. They wanted answers to; well, most of them did, the nerdy guy, stressing out with his mind racing, didn’t want any part of this charade. Their futures, their destinies, controlled by unforeseen circumstances, made them all feel a bit uneasy.
The stewardess asked all of the them to stand up, and she led them to the middle of the plane. She glanced at each one with an admirable, respectful, and somewhat-playful look. The level of anxiety on the plane grew beyond belief.
“Bye bye, my special children,” the stewardess said and waved as the floor opened up putting them in free fall.
The passengers were relatively calm for just falling out of an airplane, everyone except the wrestler. He fought and kicked the air, desperate to avoid the water. When they hit the ocean the swimmer, with lightning speed, went to help the wrestler. She took him to the shore of a nearby island then helped the others. A bonfire burned brightly on the island with ten chairs around it. They all sat down and started to dry off.
“Wow! Let’s do that again,” said the rocker.
“Let’s get dry first,” the gothic girl said as she shivered.
“What’s going on? Where did these chairs come from?" the nerd questioned.
"My mom made me put everything, including my cell phone, in my bag." The runner said as she desperately glanced at the others.
"Mine, too,” said the frantic grease monkey.
“So everything we need is in our bags. On the plane, the one we just fell out of - Great!” shouted the golfer.
“I still have my purse,” the cheerleader smiled.
“Even better. That really helps us. Can I eat your lipstick?” the quarterback said sarcastically.
“What a bunch of sissies.”
Everyone heard this comment but no one had spoken; they suspiciously looked at each other. Then the cheerleader stood up and pointed at the gothic girl and said, “She said it. She is telepathic!”
This really freaked out the others. Their minds raced and their suspicions grew of the gothic girl as well as one another. If she could do that, what could the others do? Each individual worried about the others ganging up on them. The cheerleader thought about the stewardess telling her, “Maybe you are the one.”
Then the wrestler, as he started to grow angry, said, “Ok Miss Telepathy girl, what do you suggest?”
“Figure it out. We are here for a reason, yes or no?” she responded.
They all nodded their heads.
“So just relax,” she said with a smile.
The nerd, in a daze, stared at his glasses in his hand and started thinking, how did my glasses survive the fall? He continued thinking some more, and then he started a slow chuckle. The more he thought the more he chuckled. The others took notice of him, and started grinning. The nerd didn’t care, his chuckling turned into all-out hysterical laughing which brought tears to his eyes. Finally, he quit.
“Ok, just what is so funny?” asked the quarterback.
“Nobody gets it. We should all be dead right now. No one should have survived that fall,” the nerd said.
Everyone sat in complete silence for a moment thinking about what the nerd had said. Then, a black-robed figure appeared from nowhere, leapt over the fire while sprinkling some white powder from its hand, and disappeared. The fire grew to colossal heights emitting intense heat. An enormous crack shook the ground and jolted everyone back in their chairs.
“Oh no!" the cheerleader said fearfully.
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