Ohh! What's going to happen? Thanks for reading! Please review, you all know I love it. - Zoe
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"People, please stay seated, and get into crash landing positions. Place the oxygen mask over your face first, and then help your partner if they need your assistence. This will be a water crash landing." Then, there was silence. Dead, horrible silence. Everyone held their breath as they anticipated the crash, and they only noise was Karly's soft crying. Sam decided that it would do no good to scream. They would hit that water either way.
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No one on the plane was expecting the impact when they hit the water. The plane must have almost nose-dived, because somehow, the plane ripped in half, and the cock pit plus six or seven rows seats were demolished, along with the people that were sitting there. Sam had smacked her head on the window, and she felt blood running down her face. Karly hit her head on the seat infront of her, hard, but she didn't think that anything was siririously damaged. But Sam looked like she needed stiches. There was so much blood. She felt dizzy from the blood loss, and things began to get blurry.
"Sam! SAM! Come on we have to go before the plane sinks! Come on!" Karly was crieing. She had undone her and Sam's seat belt, but Sam didn't look all there.
"Uh, okay... I just need some help... please... help..." She mumbled, and almost slipped into unconciousness. She could faintly hear another vioce talking hurridly to Karly... Ralph? Then, a pair of strong arms pulled her out of the chairs, and carried her down the isle.
Good thing she's this light, considering how tall she was, Ralph thought to himself as he struggled down the narrow path through the chairs. The water was black, and very choppy and stormy looking. Luckily, near the plane there was a dingy overflowing with boys, and one horrified looking girl. He had no clue, though, how to get him and Karly to the boat.
"Karly. Karly. Karly! Wake up, come on, wake up!" He cried, shaking his arms.
"Mmmmm... huh?" She mumbled, coming back to to consiciousness.
"Can you swim? Can you try?" He asked hurridly, noticing that the water level in the plane was rising.
"Um, yea. I can. Put me down." She orded, woozily, and he did. Then, she jumped in the water. The water was very cold, and unpleasent. Spitting out salty water, she struggled to swim, but she could feel blood running down her face, and she began to grow very tired. Luckily, one of Ralph's strong arms wound around her waist, and told her to "keep kicking". She obeyed, but felt her strength quickly draining.
God, I don't think she can swim right now. Bad idea, but at least she got a little far... and the boat is close. Maybe they can paddle closer...? Ralph thought to himself, and shouted, "Hey! Hey! Over here! Come over here!" They heard him, and they got there in the nick of time. All of Ralph's strength was gone from trying to swin in the choppy water, and from keeping Sam's bloody head above the water. They helped her on first, and they he got on the boat, heaving breaths. He must have fallen asleep, becuase when he opened his eyes, it was bright out.