WordVirus
She looked at the controller. Her mind went blank. "How am I supposed to do this?" she thought to herself. The pilot was unconscious. She knew she was the only chance the rest of the flight had. "I can do this. I can do this. I can do this," she chanted silently to herself. But how? All her training, all of those hours in flight simulators, and nothing had prepared her for this. She slowly hovered a hand over the panels, lightly touching the joystick. I CAN do this.
She looked so adorable in that pink sweater. I couldn't stop looking at her blue eyes. The way she stared out at the dog across the street was so adorable. I need to stop saying that - adorable. But that's what she is to me. I am so in love. No, wait. I can't be in love. I don't know this girl. You're right, I'm not in love. There's just a girl. And she is adorable. No, wait. I said i would stop using that word. Okay, but she really really is. That pink sweater and those softly faded blue jeans and her blue eyes and her green hair.