Looks like those who were coming went somewhere else. Let me continue my story before they come to me. I was born at the time when the world was growing in technology. Now you would have known WHO AM I? Yes, I am a talented airplane who’s capable of carrying many passengers. As how the human on the earth has name for themselves, I was too named as MH370. I was born in Malaysia and my body was painted in red, white and blue colours. My siblings looked alike me. To avoid confusion, they were named similarly as me but with different numbers. I was already able to know my job when I was being made. I was only made to carry passengers and some loads. As appropriate, I will fly and land carefully to the delight of travellers to countries by making sure the safety of the passengers.
They are back! Leave me. Oh, no! It’s painful. The crows are the ones hurting me. Now you could have guessed why I am in this situation. This world is in the process of finding me. Come on let me tell you what really happened, since everyone's mind is on the question of what happened that night. It was 7th March 2014, I did not know where I’m departing to but I was very sure that I was heading somewhere far. Unconventionally, to prepare me, 5 new people came to clean my seats, added books for the passengers and filled my fuel tank since it was a far destination.
When I was taken a final check, and got the proof that everything was perfect, they brought me to the passenger to put their luggage. At sharp 12am the passengers were taking their sits one by one and prepared for take-off. I was ready to take-off with 227 passengers and 12 crews on 8th March 2014, around 12.41am from Kuala Lumpur International Airport. When I was eagerly waiting to know where we are flying to, the pilot announced that we are flying to Beijing, China. Passengers slept off in happiness after few minutes of take-off. The sudden incident happened when I was flying carefully over the Indian Ocean without any obstacles at night while clouds were hitting me and I was shivering because of the breeze. It was 2.14am, I was not so sure with what happened but when I opened my eyes I was floating on a big wave. I witnessed storm, huge waves like tsunami, sound of people screaming and I fainted once again before even I think of what to do.
When I regained my consciousness, I realised that I was on an island with bruises on me. None of the passengers and crews on the board were there. Only their luggage was there. I could not reach the International Airport when I tried to communicate using the technologies that were given to me and I was clueless about it. Thousands of questions popped up on my mind like "what happened to me that night, how I came here, where are the passengers, why I can’t send any emergency information?". I started to gain some memories on things that happened before departure when I was thinking deeply to find out whatever happened. Want to know what are those?
To Be Continued…
Good one bro ЁЯСМ
ReplyDeleteA really good story
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