Hi this is my first story and I'm kinda bad. If you could just leave comments on what you think about it that would be great! Then I would be able to improve on my writing. (There might be a few typos)

Bella POV

"Bella! If you keep doing that, you'll get rope burn! Let me go and pull yourself up!" I looked towards the sound of that voice. I realized that it was Rosalie and I couldn't let go. I just couldn't and we grew up together. She was my older

sister and if I let her go then she would be gone forever. I was holding onto a rope attached to a plane. We were in the plane when it crashed and now the part we were in, is in the top of a tree. I was holding onto the rope and my sister at the same
/time while trying to balance us enough to not crash the plane once again. I started to slip a little and I looked up towards my hand. I felt as my sister let go of my hand. "Bella! Let go!" I looked towards my sister with tears falling from

my eyes. Suddenly, her hand started to slip. I tried to tighten my grip when she fell. I started to cry when I realized that it was causing me to fall.

I looked around and saw things that I hadn't before she fell. Like the sparrow in the tree right next to me. I hadn't noticed that I was in the forest. "Help. Help" I could here the weary voice of a child. "I'm coming. It's okay I'm coming"

I called as I slowly inched my way up the rope I was holding onto, trying to make sure I didn't throw off the balance of the plane. When I got to the plane I tried so hard not to puke from the scene in front of me. There were dead people everywhere
/with gruesome deaths. "Where are you?" I asked, staying as still as possible. "Over here. Please help it hurts my tummy." I followed the sound of the voice, trying to stay steady. While making my way over to them, I told them "Don't

move. Moving would not be good, okay? Let me get to you before you move. Now what is your name?" "Cara" she answered. "Hi, Cara. I'm Bella. How old are you?" I asked. Once I found her, I kneeled down to try and look at what

was wrong. She was just stuck between two seats. She should be small enough to be able to slide out if I could just lift the seat above her a little bit. "I'm seven." She said quietly. I remembered when she said the her stomach hurt and

I saw that the seat in front of her was pressed against her stomach. "Where's your mommy?" I asked, worried that she had seen her own mother die. "At home. I was going home when we started to fly towards the ground." She said with

a sigh. Thank God. I said to myself. She was traveling alone. "Well, we should get this seat off your lap. Will you help me lift it?" She nodded and we both started lifting the seat.

Once she crawled out of the two seats, we went towards the front of the plane. Luckily, only the back of the plane broke off and the front was stable on the top of the tree. When we got to the front of the plane I picked up the radio and tried to
find

someone. "Please, is anyone there? I am on a plane that crashed I only know of myself, and a seven year old girl named Cara. I don't think there are any more survivors. We are in a forest on the San Gorgonio Mountain." I said while looking

at a gps that was somehow still working. "Yes, yes I'm here. We are sending a helicopter your way and we have your location. You aren't too far away. We will be there soon." Said a velvety voice. Cara's face lit up. "Thank you!"

The captain and co-captain weren't where they were supposed to be and as I looked around, I realized they took the only parachute in here together. Cara and I sat down, and I eventually fell asleep only to be woken up to Cara pulling on my sleeve
/and saying that there were "Weird guys here". I turned around and saw a man with a sharp jaw and green eyes with gold flakes. He had the body of a runner but was still buff like a bodybuilder. "Hello, I'm Edward. We're here to get you

to the nearest hospital." He held out his hand and Cara was hesitant to go with him. "It's okay, Cara go ahead. It's okay. He's here to help." I said, standing up and then crouching down in front of her. She whispered a reply in my

ear, "Only if you give me a piggyback ride to the helicopter." I shook my head and turned around. As she hopped on my back, I gripped her legs and said, "She's nervous. Where is the helicopter?"

Edward look a little surprised when he asked, "Do you need help?" I shook my head and he started walking. As I followed him, I noticed a severe pain in my left ankle and also noticed that I was limping. "Why are you limping?"

Edward questioned. "I didn't think you would notice," I began, "But I'm limping because my ankle hurts." He didn't reply to this and we arrived at the helicopter. It was floating above the ground and I lifted Cara into the helicopter

before Edward put his hands on my waist and handed me to a guy a little beefier than Edward with dark brown hair. "I'm Emmet." Said the beefier guy. I shook my head and sat down. I started to drift back to sleep as I felt Cara climb onto

my lap.