A/N:

I'm making this story because I figured Lex is basically all alone. He has nobody to hang out with because all the other kids are older. I wondered what it would be like if Lex had someone his age on the island.

In this story Lex is 13 years old. I know he's really 10, but in this story he's 13.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flight 29 Down. If I did, this story wouldn't be here right now.

This is my first fanfic so it might not be that good.

I hope you like it!

ALEX P.O.V.

I walked over to my dresser and took out four tank tops. A bright orange-pink lacy one, a black lacy one, a grey lacy one, and a regular brown one. I pulled off my pajama shirt and pulled on the bright orange lacy tank top. I put on some deodorant before I tossed it into my suitcase.

Then I walked across the hall and into the bathroom. I opened the cupboard and got out my green toothbrush. I brushed my teeth then rinsed it off and put it in a plastic baggie. I reached up on the top shelf and got the tube of whitening toothpaste. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste into my suitcase. I went back to my dresser and got out my yellowish-green Aeropostale shirt. I pulled it on. Then I put on my jean mini skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Not too bad. I thought.

I got my makeup bag and took out my eye shadow.

Hmmmm…. Definitely green.

I applied the light green eye shadow onto my eyelids. Then I reached into my bag again and pulled out some clear lemonade flavored lip gloss. I put it on my lips and rubbed them together. I looked in the mirror again.

Okay. So far so good. Hair time.

I walked across the room, picked up my brush, and started running it through my golden-brown hair. In about three minutes, my hair was thoroughly brushed and smooth. I got my curling iron out of my vanity. I sat down and started to curl my hair. I made the curls loose so they looked natural. After about ten minutes, my work was done. I looked in the mirror one more time before I finished packing my suitcase.

I bet you're wondering who I am. I'm Alexandra. Alexandra Halter. But nobody calls me Alexandra. They all call me Alex. Well, at least the people back in North Carolina did. You see, at the time I had just moved here a week ago. I hadn't really made any friends yet. Things in California were a lot different. The kids at the high school didn't seem to want to hang out with me because I was younger than they were. I was 13 years old but I skipped a few grades because I'm smart. I was really supposed to be in 7th grade. I have to admit that I was worried I wouldn't make any friends. But hey, it was only my first week. I had time.

You're probably also wondering why I was packing my suitcase. No, I wasn't moving again. I was going on a class trip to Palau. I figured it would probably help me make new friends. I was right. But I wouldn't make them in the place I expected to. Little did I know it would be one of the worst, and best, experiences of my life.

Please review and tell me what you think so far.