Dusduo Monologue

On a hot summer day as I drove towards a small, isolated town called “Dusduo.” I, a small anxiety riddled Native American girl, had no idea what I was doing in such a barren area. My only three friends: Bailey, Roman and Timmy had spent countless hours convincing me to tag along on this “once in a lifetime opportunity.” They are all thrill seekers, and were thoroughly convinced that it would “change my life” for the better. The sole reason for me accompanying them was simply to witness their stupidity, however I quickly became aware of their motive. They want me to actually take part in the suspicious piloting lesson from an elderly man named Ferdinand. According to Timmy, Ferdinand was a renowned veteran pilot during the Vietnam War. Not only
Everyone immediately reprimanded me, making accusations that I never have fun in life when I absolutely do. I never knew I could be so easily convinced to do something. However, two whole hours had passed and the car had not stopped once. This was way too much time for me to think about what I had just committed to. Was I really going to go through with this? I have no prior piloting knowledge or experience, but I am going to jump straight into a pilot seat and take off. I think I have gone insane. Not only am I about to take the biggest risk of my life, I have also been stuck in the same car with the three most insane human beings on this planet. After two more gruesome hours of nonstop travel, we finally arrived to Ferdinand’s property; a large worn down home and a little further, a newly renovated Cessna 172 by a rugged looking short runway. This is it, it is going to
He continued, “the Cessna is a four seater plane, you can go in pairs. One person pilots in one direction then upon landing you will switch out, and your partner will pilot back. It will take two trips.” Instantly I turned to Roman, “Please be my partner, you would be the only one who could keep me sane.” With that decided, Roman and I were the first to get on the plane – and after an intense battle of rock-paper-scissors I was the first up. I made my way hesitantly into the pilot seat, Matthias got into the co-pilot seat, and Roman in the backseat. Matthias gave me only a brief explanation of all the instruments, few things I should really focus on through flight, and how to lift-off – he would take over to land the plane. Everything was happening so quickly. We lift off, not smoothly, but successfully. It feels like a dream – flying the plane not exactly knowing what I was doing, but doing it