Hudson Miracle

“C’mon mom. Do I have to go to grandmas?” “Yes now quit being so down. You only see her once a year” “But, but you no how much I hate flying. They crash like all the time.” “I don’t care and you’re going and that’s that!”
I hate going to grandmas. I can’t go anywhere because I’m too young so all I do is sit in her tiny apartment and listen to my iPod all night. And all she ever does is work so we don’t go out much. When we do we just go to Toys ‘r‘ Us or some kind of store. Others might see that as fun but I’ve been their thousands of times.
I decided to go upstairs and start packing since I had no choice. I packed up and I was ready for tomorrow. I took a shower and went to bed. In the morning I got up and sighed.
“Let’s go! Get up. It’s already 9:00. Yer gonna miss your flight.” My mom yelled.
“Kay okay” I said.
I brushed my teeth and got dressed as fast as I could. Me and my mom jumped into the mini van and zoomed out of the driveway. We were racing down the free way. I thought we were gonna be pulled over. When we arrived at the air port my mom found the closest possible parking spot. We grabbed our bags and ran inside. We found our gate and just made it. They were just closing the gate.
“It’s gonna be a 45 minute flight. Right now in New York it’s sunny with a high of 69 degrees” said the pilot.
“At least it will be sunny” my mom said trying to bring my spirits up. I decided not to comment.
45 minutes later we were let off at LaGuardia International. We headed down to baggage claim and that’s where we found grandma. I said hi and gave her a hug but I was trying to stay mad. We got into grandmas Lexus and went to her apartment on the Upper East Side. Her apartment is right across the street from Central Park but I had never been able to go there because grandma was working on her computer. Now that my mom came though that will change.
The first day we were there we just stayed in the room. Boring. The other days though were fun. I got to go to all of the places I wasn’t able to before. My mom took me to Time Square, 30 Rockefeller, and a bunch of other places. The week went by really fast and before I knew it, it was over. On Saturday I got up and said goodbye to New York. My grandma took my mom and me to LaGuardia International and said goodbye. We all hugged.
My mom and I got on the plane and sat down. I was looking out the window of the plane and i swear I thought i saw feathers come out the back of the jet engine on the wing I ignored it. I felt sleepy so I decided to go to sleep. When i just got to sleep I heard the pilot’s voice.
“Please fasten your seatbelts! Flight attendants return to your seats and buckle up”
All of a sudden I feel a great falling feeling. I feel like I’m on a flying rollercoaster. All i can really hear is screaming. CRASH. I’m thrown forward into the seat in front of me. I think I’m either dead or passed out. It’s kind of hard to tell at this point. I woke up a couple of seconds later in reality so I knew I wasn’t dead yet. I’m shoved into a huge line/ pile of people trying to get out.
I finally get out and i slip and my arm gets soaked. Now I’m awake. We’re in the Hudson River! Within seconds there are rescue boats, NYPD, FDNY, and tons of news people. They put us on the rescue boats and we were taken to the hospital. I was one of the ones to actually stay in the hospital. I got a concussion from the crash. My mom turned on NY1 and we started watching.
“Tonight’s top headlights, Crash in the Hudson. Amazingly no deaths; only minor injuries…”