Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Lord of the Flies, but you already knew that. Just saying.
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16 year old Kaitlyn Morris cried on and off on the long plane ride that was heading for Australia from California, leaving her dark blue eyes red any puffy. The reason for this was because two weeks ago, she and her parents were driving home from a movie in her father's old car with no air bags when a drunk driver swerved out in front of them. Her father didn't react fast enough, but in this situation, no one could have.
Kaitlyn and her parents collided hard into the other car, killing both of her parents and the other driver. Kaitlyn, who was sitting in the backseat, walked away unhurt, physically. Mentally, she was an unstable wreck. She had seen her parents die right in front of her, and now was alone in the world. Both of her parents were single children, and all but one of her grandparents were dead. (Her mother was 45 when she had her, so her grandparents were very old. Most of them died around the time she was five or six.) So, the only relative that she had left was her old grandmother that lives in Australia, who she thought was going to die soon anyways. But, the day after her parents died, she was tossed on a plane with a suitcase full of clothes, and special belongings.
On the plane with her was a group of boys being sent of to Military Academy, who took up most of the plane. Mid-flight, she noticed that there were only two other woman on the plane with her. One elderly and the other her mother's age, who were talking quietly, and occasional glancing over at Kaitlyn. Screw them. She thought to herself angrily. They have no idea what the hell I've been through these past to horrible weeks... She started to sob again, but the hard jostling of the plane shook her out of it. It's okay, it's okay. It was just turbulence. She thought to herself, sniffing, but a second later, the shaking started up again, more violent, and for longer.
Okayyyy... She thought to herself, mimicking others by looking around the plane. Then, air-masks fell out of the shoot above her head, and a loud voice came on over her, sounding strained. "People," the monotone voice started, "please remain calm. The airplane is... going down. But please..." Kaitlyn couldn't hear anymore of the announcement as people started to freak out. At this point, she didn't care if she died. She had nothing left to live for, so why did it matter if she died now or later?
Airplane attendents were running around, trying to get people to calm down. A few minutes later, they gave it up and started panicking as well. Were all going to die. Great.She thought to herself. They were getting closer and closer to the dark water, and she was bracing herself for the blow. A few seconds later, there was a snapping noise at the plane hit the water.
Kaitlyn felt a sharp pain in her leg and a similar snapping noise that the plane made when it hit the water, and when she looked down, she saw a heavy airplane chair on top of it. Then plane was sinking quick, and the two women on the plane were sitting, lifeless. Something clicked in her brain. I'm not dead! Then, she screamed. "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP GET THIS CHAIR OFF OF ME, HELP!" She cried, and when the water was up to her calf, she gave up screaming, waiting for the plane to sink. But, then she saw a boy with dark, shaggy red hair pushing the chair off of her leg.
"Do you need help getting up?" He asked sternly, and looked around, as if in a hurry. Well, of course he's in a hurry! Answer, dammit. Stop looking at your leg! She thought to herself, and looked up. "Uh, yes! Yes, please help me out of here!" She cried, and felt tears running down her face. "Okay. Can you put your arm around my neck?" He asked, looking into her eyes in a way that made her want to melt, but that was not the right emotion to be experiencing right now! Fear and shock might be more appropriate.
"Um, yea, I think so." She said as she struggled to get up on her good right leg, and then slung her arm around his neck. The water was now up to her waist, and all of the sudden the boy swooped her up, and she winced at the pain that she felt in her left, mangled looking leg. The amazing boy was pushing through the water, and got out through an open emergency door, but she just sat on the ledge as he jumped in the water, and looked up at her.
"Do you think you can swim?" He asked in between breaths. "Um, I can try." She replied uncertainly. "Okay. There is a lifeboat just a little bit away from the place. Just follow me..." He said, and then began swimming away. Kaitlyn slid in the water, and tried to only swim with her good leg and arms. Her bad leg was useless, she knew, and it hurt so bad. Halfway there, she gave up.
I can't do this. I'm too weak, and I'll just die on the little overflowing dinky I followed that boy to anyways. Goodbye, Mom and Dad. See you soon... Then, she gave up, and slowly sank under. At first, drowning was okay, but then her lungs started burning for the oxygen that she couldn't get. She instinctively sucked in water for air, and then coughed, only drinking in more water. The dark water was becoming even more of a blur, and then she closed her eyes for what seemed like the last time. The last thing she remembered was feeling something strong pulling her back up, or down, she wasn't sure, before blacking out.