By Tristan Pang, Year 6, 13/02/2012
Sucking the sweet from the thoughtful air hostess, my blocked ears suddenly popped open. We were descending swiftly. Almost as quick as sound, the roaring Boeing 737 plane caught the wind on its flaps. I could feel the thrum of the engines and the vibration of the plane in my skin when it danced on the fluffy clouds.
I felt a bit exhilarated when the grassy plains and clear streams down below were growing more and more visible. The cars on the state highway leading to the capital city were so tiny that they looked like ants moving their food home cautiously.
I was scared, screaming in my head, while butterflies danced in my stomach. The plane was metres above Port Nicholson. Was it going to land on the water? In no time, before I could figure out what was happening, the plane gave an unexpected jerk and slide briskly along the runway. It then de-accelerated and taxied into the pier….