I felt cold water washing over my body as I opened my eyes. I was on a beach but had no idea why so I assumed it was a dream, yet the sand felt so real. I looked around and saw the wreckage of a plane. Oh god this was real, the plane crash! It was the middle of the night and the Island was silent apart from the gentle sound of the sea washing against the shore. It looked like I was the only survivor; there wasn't evidence of another being as far as I could see. I heaved myself up and groaned in pain as all my body was aching. I was covered in bruises and cuts from the crash and my clothes were in tatters. I washed the sand out of my hair and attempted to untangle it. It's not until you're trapped on a desert island that you start to properly appreciate the simple things in life like hairbrushes.
I walked into the forest in search for any other survivors but I walked slowly, everything was aching and I felt exhausted. My stomach rumbled loudly which made me realise how hungry was. I saw some fruit up a tree but I couldn't muster the strength to climb it so I carried on walking through the forest. After a few minutes my legs lost the strength to keep me standing and I dropped to the floor, I laid amongst the leaves and stared at the stars through the canopy of leaves.
I was sitting on a plane looking out the window at the sea, admiring its calmness when a flash of lightening made me jump back from the window. The flash was soon followed by a huge crack of thunder and the small children on the plane began to scream in terror. I remembered the days when I too used to be scared of lightening but now it just irritated me. I was sitting with my eyes shut trying to tune out the racket the children were making when the plane jolted and my eyes snapped open.
"The wings been struck!" a child screamed from across the aisle, looking out a window on the left of the plane. I couldn't see it from where I sat but I felt the plane start to tilt to the left. Rain was pouring down outside and there was another flash of lightening. My stomach lurched as the plane started dropping and I grabbed onto the hand of a boy sitting next to me without realising at first but before I had time to get embarrassed about it the plane started spiralling downwards towards the sea. I shut my eyes and squeezed the boy's hand tightly.