The Clueless Mortals (fin.)

Dayna Winters

Hi, I'm Dayna. You can call me Day. I am one of the stewardess' of Air Canada. "The gates are open for the flight to California, AC-51, Gate no. 2. Gate closes in 10 minutes." My fellow stewardess, Josie announced in the mic.

"C'mon Percy. You'll be fine," a girl with choppy hair said. I smiled at the group. They were large.

"Hi! I'm Dayna. Your passports and tickets?" I asked them. A girl with curly blonde hair gave me a stack of passports and tickets. I let them in and I noticed four people in the group who looked nervous.

"He is going to kill us. He is going to blast me into pieces." The guy with black hair and sea green eyes kept saying while shaking uncontrollably.

"Why did I have to be afraid of heights!" A girl with short, spiky hair complained nervously.

"Here are your seats," I smiled, making a gesture towards a row of seats in the plane.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The girl with curly blonde hair screamed.

"A-A-SP-SPIDER!!!!!!!" She jumped into the arms of the guy with black hair and sea green eyes.

I guess this is the weird bunch of the day...