Reminder: just a fanfic I wrote back when I was in middle school (2001-ish) Enjoy!
Six hours later, I woke up on an airplane. I looked around to see a stewardess smiling at me.
“Where am I?”
“You’re on a plane about to land in Los Angeles in five minutes.” She told me.
I told her thanks and laid my head back down.
“You know, you’re pretty famous. It’s in all the newspapers about how you saved those girls.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, Majestic! Can I get your autograph?”
Pleasantly surprised, I said sure and gave it to her.
Once we landed, a couple of crew members put me in a stretcher. I let them even though I wasn’t in critical condition. They tried to put me in an ambulance and that’s when I got up and showed I could walk on my own. I asked one of the personnel where they rest of G-Force had gone. She said they went home, and went on about her business.
I entered the airport and looked around for assistance. I was still twelve, after all. LAX was huge, a lot bigger than Atlanta’s. Some of the writings were in different languages I couldn’t understand. It was pretty hopeless. But I decided ot take advantage of this situation and talk to people I’ve never met.
The first person I decided to talk to was a girl who looked about my age. She and the girl standing next to her turned around. I recognized them as the Olsen twins.
“Hey, do you know where the information desk is?”
As they stared at me, their mouths dropped. “You’re Majestic!” They said in unison.
This caused a chain reaction in the people surrounding us. I was embrassed and started to blush. That’s when a group of fans came running and screaming my name. I took off running the other way. It was like an obstacle course the way I leaped over props and rails. Finally, I lost most of the reporters by jumping from the balcony of the fourth level out of the airport. Even though I was free, I didn’t stop running.
After about thirty minutes of running and sightseeing the Los Angeles area, I finally stopped at a skate park by the beach to rest. I was so exhausted that some of the skaters came and offered me some water.
“Man, are you okay?” One of them asked.
“I’ll be alright.” I said in a wheeze.
“Welcome to LA, Majestic.” A girl shot out.
Hearing my name from strangers was beginning to take a traumatic effect on me. I turned to her, wide-eyed as if I might need to take off again.
“Majestic? From the news?”
“Yes?”
“No way dude! Yo, my name is Johnny Quest. These are my friends Alex Summer and Karen.”
“I’m just here for the summer. Hope to catch you again bro!” Alex said before going off to skate.
All of them had blonde hair, but Karen’s hair was curly.
