Note/Disclaimer: Okay, so this is my attempt at a Lord of the Flies fic with girls thrown into the island mix. I only own the characters of Sera (pronounced like Sarah) and Rochelle. This is very AU and modern times apply here. The ages are also bumped up a bit- everyone but Jack is 17, while Jack is 18. Enjoy!

By the way, this might later turn into a LotF and Hunger Games crossover, not sure yet. Review as always. I'll shut up now so you can read.

Forever Stranded

Chapter 1- Lost and Found

Sera

I had my survival pack on my back and Rochelle next to me as we hiked towards the scar, the site where our plane had crashed as we were evacuated from the Exeter Junior School. Apparently, we were at nuclear war or something. I took my long knife from my pack. Roche and I were going to go get wood. The forest jungle was endless in the sounds the animals made trying to trick us into jumping back in fear.

I raised my knife, Come at me I thought. Come on.

"Aye, Seraphim Danton, Sera what are you doing?" Roche asked me.

"Watch and learn Roche," I said as I aimed at a squirrel in a tree. There was actually a squirrel and an opossum, but the opossum was the easy kill, and I didn't like to go for those.

Whoosh!

I knew the hunting skills my uncle Guy taught me would be useful one day. "Hold these for me," I said to Roche as I climbed up the tree, after handing her my knife and pack. Roche watched as I climbed the tree and retrieved my kills (yes, plural, apparently I'd hit both). I jumped down and asked her to hand me the knife, which she gladly did.

Roche was more of the typical old style girl. She'd come from a very upper-class sort of family that still had tea even though it was 2012. I think we were foils as much as she was my best friend. She even had the 1940's look going on. She was fair skinned like she was a symbol of purity (which she was, really) with curls as golden as the sun and bright eyes and a small featured yet kind face. She even wore dresses. Even now she was in a tunic-like dress that had the air of the 30's.

I could easily see how Ralph fell for my friend.

She was the old-time belle. I, however, was the New Age take names sort of chick. I was completely the opposite of Rochelle in looks with my dark brunette hair that I wore out of my eyes. I saw my hair as a distraction; I should've just cut it all off. I wore a t-shirt that said 'Snow Patrol' on it from their last concert my uncle Davis took me to, and the shirt was rather dirty as I'd just been up in the trees, something that Roche shuddered at the thought of.

I envied Rochelle in her avoidance of the awkward phase in looks we'd went through a few years ago when we were thirteen. Now at seventeen, we were out of that, but I still couldn't help think that I wasn't at all Rochelle-like in the beauty department with my freckled and hard looking face with my determined dark eyes.

As I finished skinning the kills I'd made, I beckoned to her. She followed me back to the beach. I suppose a downside to being beautiful, to me anywats, is that you're destined to be a follower.

"Seraphim!' All right, whoever just called me by my full name has an appointment with my knife I thought cynically. The only thing I really hated about me was my name. My mum had chosen it, but she thought it was a variant of Seraphine, which guess what, it's not.

The person who'd spoken though, made me smile as I saw him, so I guess the blade isn't needed…now. Piggy was very chubby, but he was like the voice of reason it seemed. I hadn't known him quite well at school until the plane thing. No one really hung around him, except if they wanted to cheat off him in tests. I hated that.

"Tip, Pigs, never call me Seraphim unless you want to be put out of business, if you know what I mean," I said. I put the meat I'd been carrying at his feet.

"You killed these?'

"That surprises you?" I answered his question with my own.

"Sure, Sera, it sure does." I gave him a smile.

I rolled my eyes as I saw Roche run to a fair haired (and by that I mean really blond haired) boy named Ralph, who also went to school with me, but with whom I was not on best friend terms with, but I still knew well. He had been Roche's boyfriend. Roche's family believed heavily in the old marriage at a young age too.

That sickened me.

Roche and Ralph seemed really in love, I couldn't deny that, but it was nauseating for me as her best friend to watch. She'd sensed this, so she suggested I get a boyfriend.

Like that was going to fucking happen.

But it had, in an odd way. Jack wasn't really my boyfriend, he was more like my friend who just so happened to be of the male species. He and I hadn't held hands like Roche and Ralph always do, and he'd never tried to kiss me, ever.

He wouldn't be here alive if he'd done that.

My family, unlike Roche's, was a laid back common family. My mum was a divorced feminist. She'd told me as young lass to follow my heart and let no man get me to do as he wanted. Rochelle said I was mental for never wanting to marry, but as I watched her and Ralph, I knew I was right.

Piggy, Jack, and I stood there awkwardly. I waved to Jack, "I shot a squirrel and an opossum."

He gave me a thumbs up. We were three feet from each other, and the distance was good. Piggy intervened in the awkward moment, "Roche, can you guys do us a favor and get a room?"

She looked up, 'What?"

Sigh. Commence the face palms. Bam, bam, slap, slap. I rolled my eyes. Roche's dress was even still as perfect as it'd been when we sort of crashed in the plane. Its frills were aligned at curly to the exact right amount. Her hair was still neat.

"I'm going to start the fire," I said sighing. I walked over and knelt on the sand. Roche hurried over to join me in rubbing the sticks together. I grinned at her.

There's my best friend. I found her.