It all started 2 months ago when I found out I was going on holiday with my parents to America, I was intrigued, where did my parents get my money from? At the time my parents where in huge debt. I was in the airport not aware that the ticket I was collecting was the one way ticket to death.

Outside I could hear the planes screeching like hawks. Unaware I boarded the plane, my parents behind me. I chose a seat next to the window when my parents advised me to sit in the middle, funny that at the time I didn’t know I was gambling my life when I sat at that very seat… or I would have listened to my parents…A friendly looking man sat next to me and greeted me, he was American and he looked like he was around sixty, small, fat, unshaven, owlish with round glasses.

He had a distinct left ear with a bit missing from it. He was carrying a bag which I suggested for him to put it at the top, but he cling on to it like it meant more to him than his life. I wasn’t surprised by the look of him, he hasn’t got anything out of life and life hasn’t got anything out of him. What was actually in the bag? Why doesn’t he want it out of his sight? Well, I was going to find out the hard way…The plane started to move I felt a tingle of excitement but at the same time a feeling that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The plane sprinted down the runway.

A few agonising seconds later we where in flight. The man next to me looked very uneasy, like he was on the wrong plane or something. Few minutes later the man started to cry, I asked what was wrong, I comforted him even though I met him jus few minutes ago. He hasn’t said much after the flight… just sitting in his own world sobbing. I felt sorry for him but I also felt like I was venturing into the unknown, so I let him be.

One or so hours later he said some words then picked his bag up onto his lap, and looked me straight in the eye, “I am very sorry, you are the most wonderful boy in the world and I don”t want you to go through this… if I had a son I would have liked one like you…’ his voice trailed off. I at the moment was gob smacked. Why was he saying this? At the very moment I felt an urge to move as far away from him as possible. He looked me in the eye again, “sorry…”