Me: What's up everybody! I'm Charlie, and welcome to my first fanfic ever! *round of applause*

Simon: Where do you want me to go?

Me: Not here, you haven't been introduced. Before you go can you read the disclaimer?

Simon: Okay. Charlie doesn't own me or Lord of the Flies, though she wishes she did.

Me: Thanks Simon! *huggles Simon*

Help Me If You Can: Chapter One, Flying On a Jet Plane

SUMMARY:

"Do you need help?" Simon asked me.

"No," I replied stubbornly.

Simon rolled his brilliant blue eyes and said "Yes you do. We all do. You just can't admit it."

I'd had some pretty hard times, and crashing on this island was no way to make it better. But maybe this kid could make it all worthwhile.

I opened my eyes to darkness at first. As my eyes adjusted, I found that yes, I was still on the plane, and yes, I had all my body parts in the correct place. I decided to stretch my arm up and pull myself out of the ruined plane, but every time I tried, I fell back down. After three tries, I finally pulled myself up, but hung there uselessly, and heard someone snicker.

"Who's there?" I demanded, my voice rough from hours without use.

"Me," A boy's voice replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Who is me?"

A boy with black hair, intense blue eyes, rough black hair, and a cheeky grin poked his head close to mine. I shrieked and dropped back down to my original spot.

"Me," He said again, grinning kookily. He had a posh accent that contradicted my Liverpool scouse. "I'm Simon."

"Julia." I replied. "But you can call me Jules or Julie."

"Okay then Jules." He said. "I think you're the only girl here." He looked me up and down. It wasn't exactly in a rude manner. It was more like he was analysing me, trying to figure out who I was.

"Seriously?" I snapped. I did not want to be stuck on an island filled with guys.

"What's so bad about that?" Simon asked.

"It's degrading," I said. "Guys are usually always sexist."

Simon thought for a moment. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "you're being sexist when you say being around us is degrading and that guys are sexist."

I raised an eyebrow.

"How do you do that?" Simon wondered.

I raised my eyebrow even higher. "Do what?"

"Raise your eyebrow." He replied simply. "It's so hard, but you make it look like there's just one simple movement and your eyebrow is in a perfect half-circle."

By now, both my eyebrows were raised and I was fighting a smile. Simon however, looked me up and down again.

"Do you need help?" He asked.

"No," I replied. "I'm perfectly able to lift myself out of here."

"Well let's see it then." Simon lifted his head out of the opening, and stood back, his arms folded over his chest.

I grabbed on to the top again and this time managed to lift myself out of the plane and up to where Simon was. I stood, smirking at him.

"How's that for a look-see."

"Oh, bugger off, you had to try four times."

"One less time then you could've, no doubt."

"Wanna bet?"

I looked at him, surprised. "Don't be cheeky, posh boy, it suits you."

He grinned that kooky grin of his that reminded me of a friend back home. "And why shouldn't it suit me?"

" 'Cause it don't."

"You just said it did."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I was cut off by a boy with red hair in the distance.

"Simon!" He barked. "What are you doing?"

"Hurry," Simon whispered. "Get back in there, and cover yourself with my cloak. I don't want Jack to see you."

I raised an eyebrow, but did as I was told.

"Hullo, Jack." Simon said.

"What are you doing?" The red haired boy, Jack, demanded.

"Well I was looking for my uniform, but I can't seem to find it yet." Simon replied calmly.

"I heard you talking."

"Oh, I often talk to myself. I find I'm very good company." I couldn't believe Simon was lying so well under pressure. He was actually pretty funny.

"Well the choir is lining up. We heard a trumpet over on the other end of the island, and we're going to check it out."

Simon nodded and Jack took that as a queue to leave. Simon waited for a moment, then poked his head back into the plane.

"I don't want you out here." Simon said.

"Why is that?" I was getting a bit angry. "Didn't you hear me when I said I can take care of myself?"

"I did," Simon said, "You don't know Jack though. He can get a bit over controlling. I just want you to be safe."

I frowned slightly, and Simon sighed in exasperation.

"Please, Jules," He said "Please, I just want to keep you safe."

"What if I sneak into the woods, and then later tonight we'll find a place to hide me?" I proposed.

Simon thought for a moment and then nodded. "I suppose that'll work."

I grinned at him and lifted myself out of the plane once more, then with the help of Simon's cloak, I snuck into the forest.

A/N Okay, I know it was slightly short, but I promise there is more to come XD

-Charlie