Sorry this is so short. I have to make the next one longer. And I don't own LOST.
Chapter 1
The last thing she remembered was falling, or being pushed, out of the jungle on the island and becoming unconscious. Now that she regaining consciousness she was becoming aware that a man with semi-long blonde hair and a man with short brown and brown eyes, which resembled her own, was standing over her. She blinked a few times as the rest of her surroundings were coming into view; she realized she was in a tent.
Why am I in a tent, she thought. Then the man with green eyes asked her if she could hear him. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She tried again, nothing.
"Are you all right?" asked the man.
She tried once more. "I'm fine, "she answered her voice fading in and out.
"So you got a name?" asked the other man in a southern accent.
She sat up. "Riley."
"I'm Jack," said the man with brown eyes, "And that's . . . "
The other man cut him off short. "The name's Sawyer." He said quickly.
Riley giggled slightly as she ran her fingers threw her long brown hair. "Were are we?" she asked.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Sawyer said.
"Were you on the plane?" Jack asked Riley.
"What plane?"
"The one that crashed here about a year ago," Jack said getting suspicious.
"I'm not sure, maybe." Riley replied confused. All she wanted to do is sleep.
"Good thing I found you on the beach. You could have died out there," Sawyer said after a moment of silence.
Jack rolled his eyes, disgusted. Sawyer was always taking the credit for everything even if he wasn't the one that did it.
Sawyer sighed loudly. "Well if I'm not needed here any more I'll be in my tent." With that Sawyers spun on his heal and left the tent.
Riley looked at Jack for a moment and then laid down again. She was very confused and tired. Why was she so tired?
"Don't worry about him, but he's all talk. You just get some sleep," Jack said and left the tent.
Riley smiled and closed her eyes. Sleep was the only thing on her mind at the moment.