Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. Or the plots. Or the characters. Or the cast. Wish I did, but I don't.


Okay, to those of you that don't like OC stories, don't waste my time unless you've got something meaningful to say. To those that aren't against OC stories and have some critique for me, I will gladly take any advice you have. And to those of you who just plainly like my story, I would appreciate reviews. :) mmmkay?

This chapter is short, but I promise the next will be longer.

-Silver and White


Just Another Day

Amelia's eyes fluttered open. Her beautiful, perfectly shaped face held an expression of weariness. Luscious lips and gorgeous auburn hair gave her the perfect model look, though she was far from a model. Her green eyes, however stunning they were, held an angry, cold, and distant look in them. The years had made her hard.

Amelia groaned inwardly as she realized her sleep was disturbed by a shrieking young boy. The boy was throwing a fit because of the stewardess, who was quite unsure of what to do. The boy's mother had apparently gone to the bathroom. When the boy continued, Amelia, who happened to be seated in the row beside his row, turned to the boy with annoyed malevolence.

"Look, kid," she growled. "Keep whining and you'll end up with problems much bigger than a stewardess." The boy shut up immediately, staring at Amelia with wide eyes. The bewildered stewardess took the moment to hurry away, before the spoiled child could have another temper tantrum.

Amelia sat back, satisfied. The other passengers seemed to be relieved as well. For a while, everything seemed to be alright. Just another flight. Just another day. That is until…

BAM! The plane seemed to collide into some invisible wall and suddenly it was plummeting to the Earth. Amelia felt a sense of panic as all the stewardesses rushed to find seats. She felt the sickly feeling of descending too quickly and the plane began to shake vigorously. Amelia reached out almost blindly as the oxygen masks were dropped.

It'll be okay, she thought frantically. It's just turbulence. Just another flight. Just another day…

It was her last thought before the plane crashed onto the earth. Onto an island the passengers would wish they'd never laid eyes upon.