compo-plane crash

Plane Crash
“Dear ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. I am Captain Joe. The weather is fine and we are expecting a smooth journey to Japan. Please sit back and enjoy the facilities provided. We are taking off now,” the Captain announced. The metallic flying plane slowly accelerated into the sky smoothly. The slight pressure created a high pitch in my eardrum. “I will surely have a lot of fun when I reached there,” I giggled. I was oblivious to the danger lurking.
I peeped out of the window. The weather changed rapidly, completely untold by the forecast. The blazing sun was radiating in the sky as its golden rays jutted in and out with the wind blowing the clouds rhythmically. Suddenly, inky black clouds started to triumphant the sky. Dist ant jabs of orange sparks strike the sky continuously, changing the colour of the sky fro blue, grey black and slight orange. It was just like fireworks bursting in the clouds. Then, a blanket of heavy rain pelted relentlessly on the plane like machine guns.
“We have to take a detour through a mountain pass. We apologise for the inconvenience we has caused,” Captain Joe said. The mountains were closely packed, making it complicated to pass through. The novice pilots were well trained in what books they had taught them to but had no experience passing through such mountains. Abruptly, a mountain appeared too close. Despite the best they had tried to swerve it, it took out a wing. Horrible screeching of twisted metals reached my ears. Sparks were flying from its torn wing, the plane hurtled towards the ground at high velocity. “I think the plane is going to explode” I muttered under my breath. Adrenaline was pumped through my entire system. Beads of perspiration started trickling down from my forehead.
There was no doubt that the plane was going to explode. The massive explosion rocked the air plane. The whole iron monsters had broken into halves, both being devoured by fiery flames. Red demons licked the plane, surrounding the people in it, as though celebrating the victory of a successful capture of their preys. Mushroom shaped clouds of pewter grey smoke curled up into the air, vanishing into wisps of smoke. The acrid smoke was choking everyone upon every breath they inhaled. The inferno advanced inch by inch, devouring everything into its path. I was trying to crouch low, trying to get oxygen into my deprived lungs. I concentrated on one thing –escaping out from the plane. I could feel the intense heat while escaping from the plane.
“Where is the exit?” I inquired, squinting in the smoke. The exit was near yet seemed far. My les felt like lead but I forced them to carry me forward. “Few more steps,” I encouraged myself to carry on. “Finally!” I exclaimed. I reached the exit.
Hours past but there was still not a single sign of being rescued. Then, a helicopter hovered above the survivors and me. My expression altered from loneliness to happiness as my eyes flickered with a gleam of hope. We were finally rescued.
We were taken back to the airport. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?” my mother asked. Concerns and worries were all written on her face. “I am fine and not hurt at all,” I said with a grin. “What about the scratch on your leg,” my brother inquired. “That is just a small injury. Need not worry about that,” I said assuring.