A/N: So this is my first Lord of the Flies story and I'm really interested as to how it will go. By the way, it sounds like a cliche and an oppurtunity for a Mary Sue, but I promise I'll spice it up! This will be different!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Flies, the incredible William Golding does.

P.S. The appearances I will base off of the the 1990 movie, but most of the events are by the book.

P.S.S Btw, the ages and a lot of things are different so just bear with the fact that this is a fan-FICTION. mkay?

Savannah Elise Barrett startled awake on a Thursday morning in her new home among a neighborhood of evacuees from London. Savannah and her family were among those evacuees, having been forced by the British army to flee the frequently bombed city.

She looked around her box-filled room. She thought she heard a far-off thundering sound. She hoped it was just a coming storm, but after living in London during the war, she knew better.

Her mother barged into her room with a worried countenance. By the look on her mother's face, she knew her hopes were dashed and her fears were confirmed. This was part of the reason why she hadn't unpacked any of her things since she arrived here. She had a strange feeling that the bombing would only follow wherever they fled to, as if the enemy fighter planes were personally chasing her.

"Come, Savannah. We don't have much time!" her mother yelled at her. Savannah quickly grabbed a small backpack she had put together to keep herself occupied in the bomb shelter that was already set up by the time they moved in.

She followed her mother down the hallways of their new home and out the back door. The bomb shelter was empty when they arrived, which meant that Savannah's brother and father were still inside the house, most likely gathering various valuable items they wanted to save in case the house was destroyed.

Her mother and she waited tensely for their loved ones to come into the shelter when a loud crashing sound echoed through the neighborhood. A bomb had been dropped not far away. Just when Savannah thought her brother and father were dead, the door to the shelter quickly opened and then closed, and in they came. She ran to her brother and her mother ran to her father and kissed him, after yelling at him for taking so long, of course.

"Oh, thank god you're okay!" Savannah said to her brother as she hugged him tightly.

"You worry too much, Vannie. You know dad and I wouldn't leave you two alone," he said, referring to her mother and her.

"So? I was worried to death about you, Simon." Just as she finished saying this, another thunder-like bomb sounded, this time closer. Their mother gathered the siblings together and the family hunkered down in the bomb shelter.

It was a difficult and frightful night. No one was able to sleep partly because of the loud noise of the bombs, but also because of the fear of the whole situation. Thankfully, the bombs never actually reached the neighborhood, but it was a very close call and Savannah feared another move. But what was ordered for the people was much worse than just another move. They would be sent to another country and Simon and Savannah would be separated from their parents.

When she heard the news of what was to happen, Savannah cried and screamed and begged her parents not to let them leave. But there was nothing they could do. All children under the age of 18 had to be moved further away than the adults for their safety. It was an order they could not disobey.

So Savannah packed what little she had unpacked into a few small suitcases the next day, and they were off to the airport. She was silent the entire car ride. As was Simon. The whole family dreaded this day and didn't want to have to go through a world war apart. But they had no choice.

After a tearful goodbye their parents, Simon and Savannah stood in the long line, waiting for instructions on where to go. They stayed close together, not wanting to lose each other in the chaos of the airport terminal. Hundreds of kids were standing around, waiting to be herded onto the appropriate airplanes and then sent off to wherever they were supposed to stay.

After what seemed like hours, the two siblings reached the counter where they were to give their passports and their information. Simon was first.

"Name?" the woman at the counter asked.

"Simon Barrett."

"Age?"

"17."

"Number?" Each kid was given a tag with a number on it when they arrived. Savannah hated it. The kids were being treated like a herd of cattle.

"Uh, 206," Simon said as he looked down at his tag.

"Alright Mr. Barrett, your plane will be leaving from Gate 32C. Just give this ticket to the woman behind the counter there, and she'll tell you where to go.

"Thank you very much," Simon said as he grabbed his small carry-on bag and waited off to the side for Savannah.

"Name?"

"Savannah Barrett."

"Age?"

"16."

"Number?"

"132."

"Okay Miss Barrett, you'll be going to gate 25B. Give this ticket to the woman behind the counter there, and she'll tell you where to go."

Savannah didn't take the ticket from the woman, only stared at it. "What gate did you say?"

"25B. Here, take this ticket." Again, Savannah didn't accept the ticket. Her eyes were wide with shock and dread.

"No, there must be a mistake. I should be going with my brother to 32C," Savannah said, panic starting to etch into her voice.

"I'm sorry, miss, but they don't do this by siblings, they do this by gender. You'll be on one of the girl planes." It was obvious the woman was starting to get annoyed at Savannah, as were the people behind her. She didn't care. There was no way she was leaving her brother.

"You don't understand! I'm supposed to stay with my brother!"

"Listen sweetheart, there's nothing I can do. You'll have to go to your plane."

"Please!" Savannah pleaded. "I just had to be separated from both of my parents, don't make me have to be separated from my brother." Tears were welling up in her eyes. She hoped the woman would have some sympathy. Simon was watching this scene with scared eyes, hoping the same thing Savannah was hoping for.

The woman sighed and looked down at her notebook full of passenger names and numbers. Maybe it wouldn't kill the whole operation if she moved this one girl onto the boy plane. "Okay, fine. I'll put you with your brother as long as you don't mind riding in a plane full of boys."

Savannah's face lit up. "Of course I don't mind! Thank you so much!"

"Here's your ticket. Gate 32C. Now don't tell anyone I did this for you," she warned.

"I won't tell a soul. Thank you!" Savannah said over her shoulder as she ran to Simon. They quickly hugged and made their way to their gate, with smiling faces.

At the gate, it was obvious the woman at that counter wasn't expecting a girl to be among the many boys gathered around, but she accepted the ticket anyway and guided the two out the door and to a plane waiting on the tarmac.

Upon entering, Savannah found just what the woman warned her about: a bunch of rowdy boys. Some were very young, looking to be only 6 or 7, whereas some were around Simon's age of 17.

They waited patiently for other boys to come inside and get their seats. Suddenly, two older boys approached the two seats Savannah and Simon were sitting at with smirks already on their faces. One boy was dark haired and had deep, almost mystic eyes. He was rather skinny but it looked like he was athletic, possibly a runner. He seemed like the quiet type, the sidekick almost. The other boy was the exact opposite, with bright eyes and scruffy blonde hair and toned muscles that made him look god-like. He wasn't a sidekick at all. He presented himself like the leader of everything, smug and confident.

"Hello there Simon," the blonde boy said. "Who's your friend?" He motioned over towards her with sultry eyes that Savannah couldn't stop staring into. It was no secret she was strangely captivated by the blonde boy, despite his egotistical attitude.

Simon almost glared at the two of them. He didn't like them at all, especially when they were sending suggestive looks to his baby sister. "You guys, this is my little sister, Savannah. Vannie, this is Jack and Roger. We're all in the same choir together at school. Jack's the leader." Savannah politely smiled at them both. Jack smiled back, looking pretty pleased at his introduction.

"Yeah, I got my dad to arrange for all of the boys in the choir to be on the same plane. Got to have my friends around me, you know?" Jack said, still staring intently at Savannah.

Simon resisted the temptation to roll his eyes at this. Right, you just want your groupies to be around you so you have someone to boss around Simon thought.

Jack and Roger stayed for a few more minutes, lightly chatting with Savannah about the school they went to and the choir Jack led. Simon thought the conversation should be drawing to an end pretty soon. There was no denying that his sister was attractive with her long and flowing dark hair and her deep blue eyes and her petite figure. Simon was used to boys going after her, whom usually he didn't mind, but Jack and Roger were an exception. He knew these boys and how they really acted around girls and he did not want his sister to be falling for either of them.

But how could he stop either one of them? When it came to boys, Savannah always disregarded what Simon said and he was sure that this wouldn't be any different. Also, he couldn't give his "if you ever hurt my little sister, I'll hunt you down and kill you speech" to Roger and especially Jack. Because of the choir, Jack practically owned Simon. He couldn't stand up to his leader like that no matter how badly he wanted to.

To Simon's delight, the boys were eventually told to sit down because the plane was getting ready to take off. Once they were in the air Simon and Savannah began to play a card game to pass the time. They knew that it would be a while, especially since they were flying over the ocean. They had no idea exactly where they were going, they just knew the general direction and that it would take awhile to get there.

After a few competitive rounds of cards and then a small dinner, Simon began to drift off to sleep in his spot against the window. Savannah watched him, envying his ability to sleep anywhere he was. Savannah had to be in a fairly large bed, with drapes shut, lights off, and plenty of blankets and pillows. Otherwise, it was nearly impossible for her to fall asleep. This plane would be no different.

She looked around at the other boys, realizing that most of them were sleeping too. Even Jack and Roger. Those two were very interesting, to say the least. They seemed a bit too full of themselves and cocky, but Savannah still was intrigued. She always was attracted to the bad boy, which more often than not ended badly, but she still couldn't keep away.

These thoughts occupied her mind until the plane suddenly jolted. A few woke up, but most were still asleep. It seemed like nothing, probably just some bad turbulence, but Savannah was still unsure. She never liked the idea of flying and this was no different. She wished Simon was awake so that she could talk to him about her fears, but she knew she should let him sleep. Besides, everything seemed so calm. Still, she had a bad feeling about this whole trip. And when the plane jolted again, this time dropping significantly, she knew her feelings were right.