God I hate turbulence. She felt her fingers dig into the cheap plastic armrest. The captain's voice spoke over the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, please keep your seat belts fastened. We're having a few-” The airplane dropped from under her. There was a crashing noise from the rear of the plane. Her seatbelt, which she'd cinched so tight that it made her need to pee, pulled her downward with the airplane as she felt that sickening sensation of her stomach rising to her throat. I never liked roller coasters. And I hate turbulence even more. Hate it with a passion. Her heart had started to beat fast and hard. Aside from the sound of the crashing beverage cart in the back and the small jet engines rising and falling in pitch, it was strangely quiet in the cabin. No, not exactly quiet – there was a woman two rows in front of her, clutching a toddler in her lap and crying quietly. This is how people behave when they look death in the eye, she thought.
