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Light sifted through many open windows, casting light across the plane and illuminating all the rowdy boys.
Outside the plane, only clear skies are seen, almost blending with the ocean near the horizon. Distantly, land was seen, vaguely outlined against the sheer of blues but all the same unnoticeable.
Jack turned his head away from the window, wincing as a sunray caught his eye from where it leaked from another’s seat. He sat alone, looking preoccupied with his thoughts, even if that was far from the truth. He sat with his head turned away from the loud rupture that was his choir’s chatter, pretending to not pay attention.
“-and all she does is talk- and talk and talk and it’s annoying and-”
“-just try ignoring her, surely it’s not hard-”
“-haven’t seen her for awhile.. do you think-”
“Well surely she must have left town, she must’ve gotten sick of you blokes-”
“Oh, be quiet Francis, if anything it must’ve been you, that’s why we’re here now even-”
“-hold on, is that really why we’re here??-”
“-think so, I mean surely it must’ve been hard to handle Arthur’s whining-”
“-sod off-”
“-we’ve been sent off??-”
“-I heard something’s happened back home..”
Jack twitched slightly at that, trying his best to not interfere with their inane (but interesting) conversation,
“..Like what?”
“Well probably someone’s gone off and shot some people-”
“-Don’t say that! What if it’s true?? What if we go back and no one’s there..-”
“-worry about that, what if WE don’t go back!?-”
At that multiple of the boys broke out into an un-uniform chaos, shouting over each other in an attempt to be louder and heard, before failing and falling back into the mess of voices.
Jack spun around in his seat, trying to glare at the choristers, and upon realizing nobody had spared him a glance he felt heat rise to his head and he shot up from his seat, shouting “BE QUIET, ALL OF YOU!”
And although he used all the air he had in his lungs for that one shout, it’s impact was minimal.
It wasn’t as if he wasn't heard no, but rather several boys had glanced over and simply turned back to the argument.
They were ignoring him, and that was far worse. He felt his face go red and his bearing slipping, and if steam could actually pour from his ears like in cartoons, they most certainly would be right now.
As the rest of the boys kept arguing, he felt himself start shouting along with them, trying to take his stance of power. As the seconds ticked by, he felt more and more helpless, with how his voice seemed
drowned out by the sounds occurring around him.
With anger he shouts louder, trying to overcome the rest of his competitors. No matter how much sound he made or how much volume he conducted it seemed as if he could only get quieter.
The world around him drowned him out, with strange screeching noises and loud buzzings. Jack was caught up in his anger, so much so that he almost didn’t notice the slow descent of the plane, nor the way that his companions faces started to twist in horror, nor the way that the sky outside the plane turned gray and ashy, and all too bright to be normal.
Jack could hardly gain his bearings before his vision went black and he awoke in a wreck, with the aftermath of what he could hardly remember bearing down on him.