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I know I should be excited about the promises that are close to being fulfilled, but those thoughts are overcome by the realization that this is my last day. Did I say goodbye to everyone I love? Would their pride from my actions subside the pain from my absence? My partner Abu sits eagerly by the boarding gate looking like a dog ready to receive his treat. He is clearly brainwashed, a small part of me wishes I was too. The announcer calls our gate and we do as we were taught. The man letting people through stops me and stares blankly at me. I’m panicking on the inside, thoughts going through my head and none the least bit encouraging. A couple seconds of staring and I’m sure he has me figured out. I can already imagine us getting caught. Police officers gripping my hands so tight my fingers go numb from loss of circulation. I see myself arriving at my jail cell. I see the blank stare I know so well on the officer’s face as he opens his mouth and says: “Excuse me sir? SIR?” I’m staring at the same blank face, except this one has a hint of frustration and impatience. “Your ticket please...” That’s right, my ticket. I completely spaced out. Out of the four hijackers, I’m sitting next to one of them. We have a plan and a small time window to execute. Sitting there waiting was nerve wrecking. I felt like everyone suspected, every smile accused me, and every word the pilot said increased my adrenaline. In a few minutes our plan would be taking place. One minute goes by. Two. Three Until suddenly it is time. A nod to my partner sets our plan in motion. I stand up to go to the bathroom, while Abu stands up to grab our makeshift weapons from our carryon luggage in the overhead compartment. The remaining two hijackers initiate a big argument, calling the attention of all flight attendants. Abu has our weapons in hand, nothing but a few razor blades and small knifes. Almost insignificant, but an arsenal against unarmed As everyone moved fast I could only sit there and wait. I felt a strong remorse for the things I have done. I have decided, I would not do this.
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