Personal Narrative: I Am Gabriel Diallo

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I am Gabriel Diallo. I’m 15 years old and this is an SOS message. Two days ago I and 71 other people were involved in a plane accident. We were flying from New York to Pretoria (South Africa). As we were crossing the Atlantic Ocean, we started felling some huge vibration. People were starting to be worried. Then suddenly as I looked through the window, the left wings detached from the plane and suddenly, the plane was falling down. Everybody was screaming there was blood everywhere because people were knocking their heads and suddenly boom. The plane hit the water. I was stuck in my seat because on the security belt. I successfully got out and swam to the nearest part of the plane that I could use to float. But then has was floating on a part

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