WAS AN ANSWER TO AN A/L QUESTION “IMAGINE THAT YOU WERE ON AN AIRPLANE RETURNING HOME, WHEN THERE WAS AN ALARM OF FIRE

ON BOARD.”

“Please remain calm and the condition will be under control as soon as possible” announced the pilot. I knew something was going wrong. The way it shouldn’t. The plane started to get smoky inside and I noticed the choking coughs getting closer to my ear. I couldn’t bear it. I found myself barking to an attendant “How on Earth can we stay calm while the plane wobbles and tilts?” “Sir the con…” “Bang” went something and we were descending to Earth. People were rolling down while I and some others were clinging to the bars and hooks. “Beep-Beep” went the alarm stronger than before. “Please remain calm and the condition will be will be under control” choired the pilot again. And then everything was white and I didn’t feel my body. We had been unconscious for some minutes. The plane was still. I looked through the window and saw men with guns attending the fire on the engines. This was hard. I couldn’t get to my feet. Only lifted my head to peep through the cracked window. Then I heard some more bang sounds much quieter than the previous. Consecutive bangs. “Oh god!” I yelped when I realized it to be the voice of several AK-47’s rapidly rattling the plane. Bullets tore the plane windows and sides sometimes scattering brain of the unconscious. I had to get rid of this fast or I’d be dead duck in a few minutes. I saw sunlight breaking through the door. Men in heavy clothes poured inside the steaming plane. “Stick to the rules, keep em dead” commanded a stout guy who acted like a leader among them. I played dead in the floor not daring to move a muscle. “Chatter – chatter –bang” went off the guns tearing men and women who lay on the floor. But no screams. “Sir! All dead!” It was beating hard. My heart. I felt sweat streaking down my chin. “General will be proud of me. Set the bomb and let’s roll” crocked the stout man. I couldn’t see anything because it was dark. Oh no my eyes were closed. “Is this me?” thought I. “Am I dead?” Again I heard someone screaming. “Wa.. up… Hey wa..” It was not clear. I was dizzy and sweating. Nothing reached my ear well. Then I felt shaky. “Yes!” I was not dead then. May be the bomb went off and I’m a survivor. “But how?” “Splash” and my eyes opened to a celling. “Water?” “Damn it! I’m getting late. How many times did I yell at you now? Wake up! Now!!” barked my brother jumping into his trousers. I raised my hands to my face and all my fingers were visible. Toes too. It was 6:30 am on the table clock. “I set the alarm at 6:00 and you are still sleeping” Yelled my brother. I smiled and then started chuckling when I realized what the fire alarm was. “Phew” I cried.

ALARM | ANDREW EUGENE

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