Disclaimer: (Sigh) I don't own any of the Lost characters…
Jasmine Khan sat cowering behind a large piece of fuselage, terrified that it would come back. It had killed all of her companions, everyone who was in the first class of the plane. They were surviving well together in the jungle, using all of the food in the plane. Now the food had run out and they were nearly out of water, people were fighting for the last drops of pure liquid and many were dead. She had never seen such an ordinary group of people turn into savages so quickly, it must be the island, she thought. Then it came. It murdered all of the survivors, eating them one by one as if they were crisps. She had hidden in the restroom of first class, listening as the terrible thing destroyed every human being left. She heard their screams and cries of pain, horror and disgust. She begged and prayed that it wouldn't find her in the restroom, that it wouldn't pick up the plane. She wasn't even sure how big it was; maybe it was the size of a lion, or an elephant, or bigger. Eventually, when all was quiet, she ventured out. There was nothing left but pools of blood. Red and shining in the sunlight. She felt sick, and hid behind the fuselage, where she stayed for nearly 36 hours. She didn't sleep, eat nor drink, she felt numb. She was all alone, possibly the only survivor on the island. She knew nothing about survival. At home in India she had been a wealthy daughter of a leading businessman, and had maids in her home. She had never even cooked for herself, let alone done any survival type things. She was sure she would die out there alone. What was she to do?
"Jasmine, come here!" called Jasmine's mother. Jasmine left her magazine on her bed and made her way to the parlour, where she saw her father and mother, sitting next to each other on the couch. Her mother was wearing a rich purple sari, with glass bangles up to her elbows and gold earrings and necklace. Her father was dressed in his work suit. They both looked serious.
"What is it mother, father?" she asked
"Jasmine, you know that soon your time will come to go to university," began her mother, "and you know that your father and I want the best for you. I know how much you loved America"
"So you're going to send me to university there?" interrupted Jasmine
"No," said her father with a stern look on his face. "We have discussed this matter and we think that you would be too influenced in America. Only a week there and you would be drinking and smoking, going to clubs at all hours in cropped tops and miniskirts." Jasmine's face fell. "We're going to send you to university in Sydney, Australia."
Jasmine leapt up, "Australia!" she shouted, "Why are you sending me there? I am 18 years old, I can make my own decisions, and you don't need me close to home!"
"Jasmine, please, if you would just consider…" pleaded her mother, but Jasmine wasn't listening, she was clouded with rage. She thought that her parents wanted her close to India, like they were keeping an eye on her. She couldn't believe their insolence. Didn't they trust her or something?
"Jasmine Khan! You are going to Sydney University to study Business and that is final. You have a seat booked on the next flight to Singapore on Tuesday, then you'll fly on to Sydney later that day."
Tuesday? That was only three days away! Why hadn't they told her before? She had to say goodbye to all of her friends, her boyfriend, her family, most importantly, she had to buy some western clothing. She fingered her blue shalwar kameez, she couldn't turn up in Sydney looking like that. She stormed up to her room and locked the door. She turned on her laptop and searched for flights. She was going to L.A, whether her parents liked it or not.