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Flight 947, by Jaka (10)

What happened there? I asked myself. What happened to those passengers on flight 947? I really didn’t know.

It was on a British Airways flight with my mum, dad, grandma and grandpa. We were going to Brazil and it was going to be a long flight.  When the food was served, the smell was terrible and the sausages made me sick.

I looked around at the other passengers. Across the aisle from me there were two other families travelling together and there was a boy my age reading a comic book.  The three other children, however, were running around the plane with nobody noticing. If I did that I’d get in trouble.  I went over there to talk to the boy- to ask him what he was reading – but he ignored me.  I thought that was mean, but then the family also looked sad. When the stewardess served delicious lasagne, none of these passengers ate any.

As the stewardess approached my seat, the captain suddenly announced bad weather. My family and I fastened our seat belts and we went into the turbulence of the dark, black cloudy sky.

CRACK!!! The sound of thunder and a crack of lightning struck the centre of the plane. I jumped with fear and then it happened… all the lights suddenly turned off and a bloodcurdling scream echoed from the black distance of the aircraft. I was gripped by fear and shock. And then suddenly the storm stopped. Nothing was heard again. Everything fell quiet and after a long while we passed the turbulence and the lights turned back on.

I then turned my head and I noticed that nine of the passengers – the two families across the aisle – were missing. I asked dad and he said, “I never noticed them,” and the stewardess, crew and all the other passengers didn’t look concerned. Where did they go? I asked mum and she said, “I saw the seats but they were empty,”

Three hours later the captain announced landing. We fastened our seatbelts and we were going to land. We once we were in Rio, we checked into our hotel and went to have a fantastic holiday in Brazil.

But I couldn’t forget the nine missing passengers on my plane.

When we got home I went to my room and looked up anything on flight 947. I put the number on Google search.

I could not believe my eyes.

A shiver went down my spine as I read what I saw on my computer screen.

Ten years ago nine of the passengers that had been on flight 947 had been killed. Were they poisoned? No one ever knew.