Hey people! Hope you enjoy this new story, though it might start off slow at first XD


Annabeth's POV

"Dad, for the last time, I'll be fine!" I rolled my eyes, exasperated.

I was going on a school trip to Greece and Dad had been hounding me about the dangers of flying across the oceans for the entire trip to the airport. Now I was just about to board, and he was still being a pain.

"You have to call me as soon as you get there, okay?"

"Yeah Dad, whatever," I grabbed my carry-on bag. "I have to go."

With pursed lips, Dad gave me one last hug. Waving back, I made my way through the security check and boarded the plane with the rest of the students in my class.

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A powerful jolt woke me from my nap. The plane was rocking slightly.

Turbulence, I thought, and looked out the window.

The sky outside was dark, lit only by occasional flashes of lightning. Rain was pouring down, the water underneath us a swirling, raging mess of waves.

Then I looked further behind me, and covered my mouth to muffle a scream. The engine was dead.

I scrambled to find the safety items under my seat, putting on the life-jacket like the air-hostess had told us to. The young girl next to me quickly copied my actions.

Flight attendants hurried along the aisles, giving people blow-up boats. The plane shook again, sending a man tumbling. A passenger screamed as he flew into the cock-pit and his head connected with the windscreen.

Water flooded into the plane and gas-masks dropped from the ceiling. Blood from the man's head washed into the water, sweeping around my feet as I pulled the mask over my nose and mouth and helped the girl, tears running down my face.

People were thrown from their seats, many knocking themselves unconscious. Another jolt went through the plane and my head whacked forward, connecting hard with the chair in front of me.

Pain washed over my vision, blurring it was red and black spots. The girl cried as she checked to make sure I was still awake, and her fingers came away from my forehead wet with blood.

Alarms blared, adding to the unbearable noise of air whooshing into the plane and the storm raging outside. I heard shouts from the cockpit, screaming that both engines were gone.

I'm going to die. The thought played in my mind over and over, followed by, I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry!

I didn't want to die, I was only seventeen. I hadn't lived yet. I hadn't passed through high school and collage, gotten a degree in architecture, I hadn't married and had a family.

Please God, please don't let me die.

The aeroplane rocketed towards the waves, quickly loosing altitude. Unconscious passengers and flight attendants tumbled down the aisle. Blood ran down my cheek, my head throbbed.

The plane fell faster, plummeting into the water. The force of the impact pressed me back against the seat. A scream escaped me before the plane filled with water.

Within seconds we were all drowning, stuck inside the sinking plane. I scrambled to undo my seatbelt, while still holding onto the life boat. The girl next to me was struggling, her belt somehow caught on the arm of her seat.

My seatbelt finally came undone and I started to float towards the ceiling, despite my best effort to swim back to the girl.

Let go of the bloody boat Annabeth!

But then what would happen if we got out?

My vision started to blur as my lungs ran out of oxygen. My chest ached with the need for air, my eyes stung with the salty water.

Get out of here! Save yourself!

I didn't want to leave all these people. I couldn't leave them.

And then a man looked up at me from his seat. His eyes met mine. Go.

I did.

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I washed up on the beach hours after I'd escaped the crash-site. Tears still streamed down my face, I was drenched, cold to the bone, and I felt like I was going to starve to death.

Relief washed over me. Maybe I'd landed on the coast of Africa! We'd been nearing the continent when we crashed.

And then I saw my surroundings. And all those hopes crashed down on me like a pile of bricks.

White beaches stretched for a few kilometres, then was met with a lush forest of palm trees and ferns. A mountain of stone soared into the sky off to what I guessed was the north, judging by the angle of the sun.

I was on an island. A small one, it would probably take me a day to walk to the other side.

"Oh God," I whispered. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't be stuck on deserted island, and alone no less! Panic started to build up in my chest. How was I gonna get out of here? What about Mom and Dad? And my brothers? All my friends?

Pull yourself together! If you want to see them again, you need to survive.

Right, so I needed food, water and shelter.

Staggering up the beach, I dragged the life boat to the trees, putting rocks on the edge to make a lean-to of sorts. The trees were loaded with coconuts, which would provide food and water, but how was I going to get them down.

Sighing, I sat down in my shelter and looked out to the sea. I had no idea how far I'd drifted from the crash site, but if the current brought me here, hopefully it brought some things that I could use.

An hour after sitting in the intense heat (I'd cut my jeans into shorts and kept the fabric), something washed ashore. I sprinted down to grab the boxes from the sand. They were postal boxes, who knew what was in them.

I carried the boxes back to my 'hut' and decided to hit the hay as the sun went down. I still prayed that I wasn't the only survivor.


Not a good first chapter, but hopefully you guys'll like it anyway :)

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