This is pretty much the first story I've attempted to 'write'

So it's pretty crappy and short.

It's been 2 days since the crash.

I remember just resting in my seat,

Looking out the air plane window.

I had been so excited to go back home,

To see my mom and dad again,

All my sisters and brothers,

But I guess fate had other plans for me.

Before I knew it, the plane was going down,

And all I could hear was the constant screams and prayers from the other passengers.

But not me.

I sat there, still as stone, I couldn't believe it was happening.

I couldn't be.

Not to me.

Please, not to me.

I began to cry, I should've stayed back in Spain, I could've seen my family later!

My blue eyes caught sight of a little girl,

About eleven or twelve years old, by the looks of it.

She was crying far more than me,

She was tugging at her mother's shirt, asking what was happening, but her mother only hugged her and shook her head in tears.

Before I could think of anything else, something crashed into the back of my head (probably some sort of luggage) and I was knocked out.

I woke up on a raft-like object that appeared to be, at one point, part of the plane's wing. There were two other women on here, they were crying.

I looked around, there was nothing but debris and dead bodies floating in the once clear blue ocean water, now forever stained with blood.

Why did this happen?

I don't understand.

I don't deserve this.

Then I noticed something in the water,

It was the dead body of the little girl.

I felt my heart burst.

Reality struck me just as hard as the piece of luggage from earlier,

I'm gonna die.

I'm never gonna see my family again,

Or go to Princeton.

Or get married

I'll never have kids, or grow old enough to see grandchildren.

My life had just begun,

And now it was over within a matter of minutes.

What had I done wrong?

My eyes stung with threatening tears,

I reluctantly turned my head to see the little girl's frail, lifeless body once again,

What had she done wrong?

'She didn't deserve this' I mumbled inaudibly to myself.

I remembered the crying ladies from earlier, I looked back at them,

They were still crying.

I wanted to talk to them, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

I began looking around for any other survivors,

None.

Just the dead bodies of the innocent.

Vorge Airlines,

Model 180E, the newest edition,

Guaranteed not to crash

200 passengers,

Now all that's left is two middle aged women, and an eighteen year old girl.

Why?