Paper Planes Prologue

Paper Planes and Other Things We Lost is less than a week away! I can hardly believe it! There are no words to describe how much I love this story! I love Ruby and her quirky personality. I love Brett and his swoon-worthy determination and loyalty. I love their letters. I just... YOU GUYS. I can't wait for you to read it! Instead of a tease today, I'm giving y'all the prologue. If you haven't already, be sure to PRE-ORDER Paper Planes while it's 99¢! The price will go up after it releases on June 6th!


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Dear Amber,

Did you know you’re more likely to be attacked by a shark than die in a plane crash? I find that interesting since I never go in the ocean, but I’ve been on a plane ten times. So, I guess I’m more likely to die in a plane crash than be attacked by a shark, but maybe it’s different for you.

I thought beginning this letter as if you already know me would make the concept of a total stranger writing to you a little less weird, but now that I’ve thought about it, I realize my fascination with plane crash facts might be weirder. But I like weird. So, hi. If you didn’t catch it from my return address, I’m Ruby Kaminski from Fremonton, California. My mom died on Flight 397 with your parents. Though, can we really say they died when we have no idea what actually happened to them? Let’s refer to them as MIA. No, I’m not in denial. I’m painfully aware that they aren’t coming back, but I like facts. And the truth of the matter is most of the people on Flight 397 are MIA.

You’re probably wondering how I managed to get your address. I have my ways. Besides, I thought it might be good to connect with someone who understands what I’m going through. Though I believe our circumstances are entirely different, and there’s no way for me to understand what you’re going through, I’m hoping we can relate to one another on some level.

Do you ever wonder if, after the plane exploded, the passengers were washed up onto a remote island, and now they are kicking back, drinking coconut milk, and sun tanning under a palm tree? Maybe they are eating fresh seafood cooked over a fire and sleeping under the stars?

It’s a nice thought, don’t you think?

If you’re okay with weird, feel free to write me back. I’m full of it.


Ruby Kaminski