Hey guys! New story! Yay! I will probably update every week because of school, but because it is spring break I am going to update often. Okay, enough talking. Lets get on with the story!
I wake up with the smell of smoke and fire in my nostrils. My face is in the sand and my shoulder is screaming at me in pain. To my right, there is nothing but beach. But to my left, the G-one I was on. In multiple pieces. When I get up, I bite my tongue to muffle my scream and grip at my shoulder. I stumble over to one of the plane pieces and sit on one of the torn seats. There are boxes everywhere and supplies, that was in the boxes, was also strewn all over the sand. Things like fruit, books, spices, and lots of other things that were on the supplies plane targeted towards Midway, a small Island with a population of 60 to 80 people. Why I was on my way there? I cant register the weight of me and my luggage, which is why the plane crashed. I take hold of my right shoulder and pop it back into itt stay awake. Then, there is a rustle in the bushes and I pull my gun out of my belt.
Dun. Dun. Dun! Cliffy! Sorry the first chapter is so short but I wanted to end it like this. Read and Review! -Emily
