Overridden

We've been in the air for about an hour. Jordan is asleep. The plane is quiet. I look around and see a few tables down, with overhead lights on and laptops out, papers scattered all over people's laps and keyboards. How can they do paperwork on a plane? It's cramped, and the wi-fi isn't good, and there are occasional jostles when we hit a wind pocket, and that's gonna be annoying. I see a few children and elders with faces glued to the television screens.

I reach into my bag to get another piece of gum, but before I do, I hear crackling. I look up to see all the televisions with screens that look like they're on the wrong channel. You know, the black and white static. Even if the person's screen isn't on, it's on every single screen. I look up at a flight attendant at the front of the plane. Someone calls her over and supposedly asks her about the screens. She shrugs and speaks; I'm guessing she said 'I don't know'. She heads into the cockpit, probably to alert the pilot. I slowly get up, trying not to wake Jordan, and head to the bathroom at the front of the plane. My hands feel dirty. And damn, I forgot my hand sanitizer. I shut the door behind me and slide the lock. The water coming from the faucet doesn't have a very steady flow, and it's not very loud. While pumping soap onto my hands, I can hear two flight attendants outside the door. I can't help it. I eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Beth told the pilot about the TVs. He has his suspicions of what's going on." One of them says.

"What's going on then?" Another one asks.

"The pilot said that we're being hijacked. That our system has already been overridden. We have lost complete connection with the Maine airport and the Chicago airport, as well with the planes nearby." Then there is silence. At first I don't believe it. That's when the intercom clicks on. "All passengers, please take your seats." A female flight attendant says. With this, I unlock the door and dash back to my seat. Jordan has woken up, probably because of the intercom.

"Do you know what's going on?" He asks, panicked. Well let's see. It's his first time flying. How do I tell him that the plane is being hijacked?

"Yes. I know what's going on. I just don't believe that it's true." I answer.

Author's Note

I just wanted to point out that this is a short story, so there will be about 2-3 more chapters.