I bit my lip as my twin sister, Caroline ("Carrie" for short,) and I boarded the jet plane headed to Brazil.
It was my first time flying, but Carrie was at ease as we settled into our seats.
She's a lot different than me, though we're twins. She's always been the dare-devil type, while I, though head-strong, couldn't even go outside without thinking about all the dangers that might be lurking.
We look different, too. Her hair is long, light brown and straight, while mine goes just below my shoulders, is curly and dark brown.
"Hey, Cathy, don't worry! The plane looked completely stable when we saw it through the window," she said.
"I know it did, but there's still a chance it could crash!" I shot back. When I was nervous I tend to get snappish and cranky.
She sighed as she started reading the book that she'd brought with her. I should've done the same.
I was bored, so I decided to look around at all the passengers.
There was an elderly couple or two a few rows ahead, a middle-age looking woman across the aisle two rows down, and then…
Then I saw them.
They were all wearing the same eight-button, red shirt and jeans. One was wearing a green wool hat that had eight buttons on it. He very tall, a lot taller than all the other passengers and he had black-brown hair.
The boy sitting next to him was short, with brown hair and a very handsome face. He looked at ease on the plane, while the giant next to him seemed a little scared.
In the seats behind them were a blonde-haired guy and a brown/blonde haired guy. The blonde looked scared as well, and the same with the brown/blonde guy.
They were only across the aisle so I could easily hear their conversations.
"Don't worry, Mike," the short guy said to the tall guy in the green hat, "the plane seems pre'y safe." He had quite a nice British accent, like me. Carrie had lost her accent a while ago, though mine had stuck like glue.
"Yes, Davy, I know, but the plane could still crash," the other man said.
"There's a fi'y percent chance that the plane will crash. There's also a fi'y percent chance that the plane won't crash. So, we have equal chances of the plane not crashing."
"How is that supposed to make me feel better, Davy?"
Behind them, the blonde was starting to speak.
"Micky," he said, "I think the plane's gonna crash."
"Peter! Don't think like that. You could jinx it for everyone on the plane," he said. Then, he caught me watching them and blushed. "Including that cute girl over there."
I looked away and checked my watch. I gulped. It was time for the plane to take off.
We were told to fasten our seat belts as the plane took off.
30 minutes later, I was falling asleep, and Carrie was still reading her book.
I slept for about an hour, and then I was awakened by the turbulence of the plane.
"Carrie!" I whispered.
"It's just turbulence," she said with a sigh, though I could see the small look of worry in her eyes.
A few minutes later, the turbulence got worse, and the plane suddenly did a nose dive into the ocean.
Everyone was screaming, even those boys from before.
I heard the plane hit the water before I felt it. Carrie even screamed then.
The door that everyone had boarded through opened up and water started filling the plane quickly.
"I think we can swim up, "Carrie said, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the water.
Apparently those boys from before had gotten the same idea and were already out of the plane.
Carrie and I took our last gulp of air as we started swimming. Other people followed behind us.
Our heads popped out of the water next to the boys'.
"Hey! I see land over there!" The one called Micky yelled. We all started swimming.
I heaved myself onto the beach and suddenly realized that we were the only ones that had survived the plane crash.
"Holy cow," I muttered. Carrie and I exchanged glances and then looked at the boys.
We were the only females we knew of on the island with them.
There were two of us and four of them. What did that spell?
Trouble.