A/N: Ick, this was way shorter than I thought was. Ah well, first chapter of my first ACTUAL story is here. I will try for weekly updates, but no guarantees. Second chapter will be longer for sure. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable, but I do own Kara and the plot. J/OC
I boarded the small plane uncertainly; a feeling of deep foreboding echoes throughout my whole body as I saw all the other students. Even so, this was still better than staying and my so called uncle's house. In the jungle for a week (knowing me, maybe more) just "roughing" it with tents, nourishing meals, and laundry service. I snorted at the difference between my definition of roughing it and theirs. All of the other kids were talking excitedly to each other, that was, everyone except for this one guy in the back who was listening to music. A little kid was talking to him, but he didn't seem to be listening
Looking across the aisle, I spotted an empty set of seats and decided to sit there. Hopefully I wouldn't be bothered that far in the back, but who knows. I slid my bag that had what was pretty much the majority of my worldly possessions into the overhead compartment. Before placing it up there, I took 'my' iPod which I "borrowed" from my cousin out of the bag. I decided to listen to it for the majority of the ride. I also took out a book, "Gone with the Wind" to read as well, after my hearing had sustained enough damage.
"Damage from classical music? I think not." I muttered softly to myself. My cousin was nice enough to buy some songs that I liked. Classical was by far my favorite, followed by jazz and heavy metal.
The sky was a heavily muted blue, with clouds covering the ground for miles. This only intensified the feeling I had since I got on the plane. I quickly shut the window and turned to my book. Somehow, for the first few chapters, I couldn't tune out that feeling. Even the ginger tea I had drank before I left didn't seem to help. Even so, as I tried not to think about it, the book sucked me into its storyline.
A few hours later, there was some bad turbulence. A few minutes after that, there was more. I looked up from the last few pages of the book and growled softly. Nobody seemed to notice the odd reoccurrence of severe turbulence. I didn't know any of their names, so I decided to use nicknames. One by one, they all had names that I would at least know until I found out their real names.
Hoodie guy was talking to Kid, Ditzy and Mrs. Goodietwoshoes were talking about some magazine, Joker was getting ready to play some joke on Ditzy, and Red and Fluffy were arguing about something. The others I decided not to name, something about them turned me away.
Seeing as nobody seemed worried, I decided to try to calm myself down. I looked out the window, trying to convince myself that nothing was wrong, but paled. Rain was bouncing off of the wings and thunder could be faintly heard as a low undertone over the engines. I quickly shut the window so as not to frighten the others. After all, there was a chance that nothing would happen. I subtly took my bag from the overhead compartment and placed my iPod and my book back in. That bag was the most expensive thing I actually owned. It was waterproof and made of Kevlar (for a very good reason). It was big enough to carry everything except my saxophone and some close, and still not be too bulky. "Everything" consisted of some granola bars, a full canteen, a flint and magnesium striker, my knife (which, instead of in its usual place in my bag, was safely stowed in the cargo hold in my duffel bag with my tent and sleeping bag), some clothes, rope, twine, a sewing kit, spices and herbs as well as an plant identification book, plastic bags, a mess kit, tea and a brew kit, some MRE's, a tarp, a book and my iPod, and a first aid kit.
In other words, everything I need to survive on my own.
More turbulence finally alerted everybody to a problem. I put my seat belt on, and the others did the same after the pilot ordered them to do so. That is, except for Red, who went to talk to the pilot. When she came back, I could tell the news wasn't good. She looked oddly pale and nervous, and she seemed to be pretty level headed. Red began to talk to Fluffy and Kid, who both looked even more worried than before.
A large crash and the scent of smoke foretold our perceived doom. A falling sensation in the pit of my stomach prompted quick action from me to secure my belongings. Everybody else was panicking, but I wasn't. I had the best chance of survival. I had the knowledge and experience to survive. That is, if we landed on land. If we landed in the water, nobody had any hope of survival.
Fluffy and Red tried to get the raft open, but it had a hole in they made it or not, I decided to put it up to a manufacturing defect. Despite the general feeling of panic in the air, they seemed to be able to get the job done, although in a rather disjointed fashion. I would have helped, but they seemed to be doing enough damage.
I felt the plane hit the water. I felt the plane bounce, once, twice, three times. The plane hit again, and stopped. I flew forward and hit the seat in front of me. I faintly heard metal groan and more panicking, and as I faded in and out of awareness, I felt myself wondering where the sinking feeling and the feeling of water sucking the plane under was.
Everything then went pitch black, and I felt myself falling into the darkness.
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