When I awoke, no one else was in the passenger tube. I undid my seat belt and got up. The door that I had originally come through had been opened. The sun was staggeringly bright. I lifted my hand to shield my eyes from it and I went outside. The passenger tube had landed in what seemed to be a rainforest. Tropical trees surrounded the entire area. Flowers were on either side of me. I could hear birds singing. I could also smell the ocean. It seemed like a very peaceful place, and then I looked at the passenger tube. The damage the passenger tube had caused was amazing. There were trees that had been tore up from the roots. The trail was obvious from were the passenger tube had slid. It resembled a scar that went for miles. I went around to the front of the tube. The cockpit wasn't there which meant my brother wasn't here. Then I remembered the fire that I had seen in the cockpit. I collapsed where I was and began to cry. Who would have known that evacuating students would have been this dangerous? I reminded myself that there were others here and I picked myself up and went into the trees to find someone else who was left. I climbed up and out of the scar the passenger tube had made. That was a feat in itself wearing my Mary Janes. It was about a ten-foot climb. When I got to the top a very thick forest faced me. I decided to head through the forest because that was the direction I could hear the water from I got about two feet into the forest, when I began getting scratched by branches. I found a large stick to try to move the branches for me, but I still received many scratches. All the hiking made me very hungry, so I kept my eyes out for any sort of fruit tree. I came upon a mango tree within minutes. Unfortunately I had to climb the tree to get the fruit. A couple of minutes later, I emerged victorious with two mangoes. The waves were sounding very close. I raised a mango to my mouth and snacked as I made my way through the forest. A trumpet sounded. It was very close to where I was. I made my way closer to the sound. It sounded again. Maybe it was a boat coming to collect me! I dropped the other mango and ran towards the sound. I finally broke through the trees and came onto a beach. The sand was a golden yellow and it was surrounded by clear, blue water. I looked to either side of me. On the left, I could see a big mountain of rock. On the right, there was a group of boys surrounding a boy. The boy had a boxer's body frame to him. He had a deep tan and sandy blonde hair. Behind him was the fat boy that was on the plane. He was arguing with a tall boy in a robe beside him. I couldn't hear what about. Then I noticed something in his hand. I moved a little closer, still hidden by the underbrush. I discovered that what the boy was holding was pink and ivory. It almost looked like a shell. I had heard a trumpet though. What could it be? I edged two steps out of the woods. I then tried to get a little closer, without them noticing me. As soon as I moved closer, the little boy that had been sitting beside me waved. The other boys turned their attention in my direction. The blonde boy gestured me to come into the circle of boys. I cautiously stepped into the circle. "A girl," the robed boy sneered. "Hello to you too," I tried to kill him with kindness. "Would you please tell us your name," the blonde boy said. "I'm Margaret," I smiled. "Well, I'm Ralph and this here's Jack," he pointed to the robed boy. "And I'm." the fat boy behind them began to say. "Fatty," Jack interrupted. "Piggy," Ralph corrected him, "Margaret, would you have a seat? We were just deciding on who should be chief." "Her opinion doesn't matter," Jack rudely said, "And besides, since I'm the leader of the choir, I should be leader of the boys as well." I looked around at the group of boys. I noticed that there was a group of boys sitting together in two lines that were wearing identical robes to Jack. They all seemed to be around the age of eleven or twelve. My eyes were then drawn to the little boy who had sat beside me. He was in a group with all the smaller boys. They all looked about six to eight. There were about twelve of them. I looked around at the rest of the boys. It seemed like the oldest looking person with us was Jack, and he only looked about fifteen. That was only one year older than I was. The two boys were still arguing. Boys, I thought to myself, can they be any more juvenile? "Why doesn't everyone vote on who they want to be chief?" the fat boy, Piggy, spoke up. "That's a good idea. Who wants me to be chief?" Ralph said. Almost everyone's hand shot up. "Who wants me to be chief," Jack looked at his choir. It was only them who voted for Jack. "Good then, it's settled, but Jack and his choir can do something else like." "Hunt! And I'll be the lead hunter," Jack interrupted Ralph. "Alright, Jack's choir will be the hunters. Okay, now I think a couple of us should climb up that mountain over there," He pointed to his left, "and see if anyone is living here. Maybe we can even find out where we are. Now Jack, Simon and I will go explore. Piggy you stay here and count how many of us there are. Try to get names too." "No, I'm coming with you, Ralph," Piggy objected. "You won't be able to keep up with us," Jack said snidely. "He's right, Piggy. I'm chief and I'm telling you to count everyone. Now we're leaving," Ralph said. "Wouldn't it be better if we did the head count now, before you left," I questioned very quietly. "No, it wouldn't. Ralph said we're leaving and that's what we're going to do," I was beginning to think that Jack didn't like me very much. One boy with ebony hair stood up within the group of choirboys. Shedding his robe to reveal shorts and a T-shirt, He stepped over the younger ones that were sitting on the sandy. Without a word, Jack, Ralph and this boy that I supposed to be Simon, departed.