Hello!
This is yet another of those girl-on-the-island LOF fanfics. But, trust me! It'll be good! I hope!

Anyway, we read LOF in Language Arts. I have to say, the book was pretty messed up, but it was okay. And I decided to write a fanfic.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for Ariana. Why did I name my character Ariana? Hm. To be honest, I don't know.

Now, I'm pretty sure you're tired of my rambling, but just a quick note about my OC's personality: she's impulsive, but really shy. I know, odd combination, but you'll see what I mean.

JUST ONE MORE THING, I PROMISE!

The L key on my computer isn't working well. So if you see a word that looks irrelevent, try adding an L in there somewhere and it'll make sense.

NOW, LET THE STORY BEGIN!

Gemini POV

Darkness. All I could see, all I could touch, all I could sense was darkness. The silence was deafening.

I'm dying. That's right, I'm dying.

Death was not peaceful, it was painful. I could still feel all injuries I'd gotten, except maginfied twenty times. Any minute, I'd be in heaven. Or hell.

I remembered that morning, the morning we'd left:

My brother Simon squeezed my hand as we rushed through the crowded airport. He smiled down at me. "Don't worry. In a year or so the war will be over, and we can go home.

"It's not that," I muttered. "It's just the fact that we're going to this place were we'll be lost, a place we've never known."

"It'll be fine," he reassured me. "In the meantime, I'll protect you. Okay?"

I nodded. Minutes ater we were boarding the plane. Some of the boys that were boarding I recognized from the choir Simon belonged to years ago. Some were unfamiliar.

Then I realized: There were only boys boarding the plane. Holy Jesus oh Lord help me.

I remembered the loud sound of the engine of the plane exploding. The sickening feeling of my stomach twisting, the feeling of falling. Simon clutching my hand in terror. The crash of the plane against the water, the last sensation I'd ever know.

Any minute now. Any minute, the pain would stop and I'd be okay, in either a better place or eternal hell.

But the pain did not stop. The darkness, however, ceased, and I felt rough sand beneath me. I heard waves crashing against the shore. Light filtered through my eyelids, and I opened them. The sunlight was nearly blinding. I closed my eyes until I was roughly shaken. I heard Simon's voice: "Ariana! Are you okay?"

Relief flooded through me. Simon was all right! That was all that mattered to me.

I shakily stood up, only to fall again. Simon caught me. "Come on," he said uncertainly. "We need to find you a place to sit down or-"

He was interrupted by the sound of a horn blowing. I stood up, and this time I didn't fall. "Let's go see what that was," I said. He took my arm. "Are you sure? You-"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, let's go."

We pushed through the undergrowth. To our surprise, the choir had apparently heard it also and was traveling through the forest to see what it was. I stayed hidden, slightly behind Simon.

To our surprise, there was a boy there, not any older that us. He was on a platform of rock holding a conch shell. Next to him was a slightly shorter, chubby boy.

Someone pushed through the rest of the choir. "Where's the man with the trumpet?" he demanded.

"There is no man with a trumpet. Only me," the boy on the platform said.

The one who had just spoken, who I assumed was the leader or something, looked around. "There's no man here?"

The boy on the platform shook his head.

"All right."

At that moment Simon fainted next to me. I jumped out of the way, not wanting to call attention to myself.

Simon was heaved onto the platform next to the boy. The head of the choir shook his head. "Leave him. He always used to do that, when he was in the choir."

The boy on the rock platform introduced himself as Ralph. The head of the choir was Jack Merridew.

Jack turned to the rest of them. "All right. We should appoint a chief."

Murmurs spread throughout the boys.

"I think," Jack continued, "that I should be chief. I'm the head chorister. I can sing C sharp."

On impulse, I called out, "So? I can sing an F sharp at least an octave higher." I stepped back, realizing what I'd just done.

Everyone turned toward me, and voices arose again. "A girl." "On the island?" "What?"

I cleared my throat. God I hated this. "What I mean is," I continued, "This isn't how we should choose a leader. Um, sorry."

Jack regarded me with icy blue eyes. I shivered a little. I hated this attention. Fortunately, the fat boy, who was named Piggy, called out, "I nominate Ralph!"

Jack stood up on the platform with Ralph. "All right. Who wants me for chief?"

The choir all raised their hands.

"And who wants Ralph?"

A considerably larger amount of people raised their hands.

Ralph stepped forward. "Okay, I'm chief." He turned to Jack. "You can be in charge of your choir, though. They can be whatever you want them to be."

"Hunters," Jack decided.

"Okay," Ralph said. "Jack, you can come with me to explore the island. And Simon." He motioned to my brother, who was sitting up against a tree. I shot him a helpless look and he shrugged. You'll be fine. I'll be back.

"What about me?" Piggy yelled defiantly. "I was with Ralph when he found the conch!"

"Shut up, Fatty," Jack sneered at him. It was then I began to see Jack's arrogant side show through.

I watched as they left. Jack gave me one last look before disappearing into the forest, sending shivers down my spine again.