Personal Narrative: Flight 192 From LA To Arkansa

“ Flight 192 from LA to Arkansa is now boarding.” When I heard the announcement I stood up and gathered my belongings. I don’t have much, only a small leather briefcase and a black rolling suitcase. As I looked around at my gate I realized it was a small flight, maybe 25 to 30 people. I gave the lady my ticket to scan, then walked through the tunnel and onto my plane. I sat in my assigned seat, B10, and saw there was no one sitting beside me. Which is my preference because I’m able to stretch out. I love traveling, being able to see the world and all the different places is my favorite thing. Although, I don’t like doing it without my family. I am 25 years old, and have a little girl named Farrah. Her and my husband are both at home in Arkansa,

I look out my window to see nothing but white. Snow was coming down by the second and I knew it was going to cause a problem. The pilot came over the intercom and said that his navigation system went out and all connections to the airport were gone. I feel the plane bounce down, and in my head I know that we are going down. As the plane is swirling down toward the ground, I hear people screaming and babies crying. I hold onto my seat and just pray we hit the ground and everyone is safe. My stomach is flipping every which way, my eyes are clenched shut, and my hands have a death grip on my arm rests. When we finally hit the ground I heard nothing, felt nothing, and everything went

The plane had fallen to pieces, and people were everywhere. I rose to my feet to find that I was standing in about five inches of snow. My neck was aching and I felt sweat dripping down my face. Which was weird to me because I was more cold than hot. When I touched it to wipe off what I thought was sweat, I came to realize it was vibrant red blood. I reached up and felt a huge gash on my forehead right above my left eyebrow that was profusely bleeding. I looked down and tore off the bottom of my shirt and tied it around my head to stop the bleeding. I looked down and tore off the bottom of my shirt and tied it around my head to stop the bleeding. I continued my path to look for other passengers to see if they were okay. As I went to each person, I helped them up and asked questions about themselves to see if they remembered everything. When everyone was on their feet, we got together to discuss a plan. I asked the pilot if he had any idea where we were at the time. He said they lost all connections about 10 miles ago. I told them I would leave and wander around for a little bit to be familiar with our surroundings. I left the group and walked about 30 paces to the left and saw nothing but snow covered pine trees. I saw a few deer and squirrels but nothing more. So I continued to keep walking. At this point the group was out of sight and it was just me, and the emptiness that surrounded me. In the distance I saw a