A/N- hey this is my first attempt at fanfic, so be cool. If you like my story, review I'll post more! Disclaimer: not my story/characters, belongs to some other dudes. Chapter One (Sam) When I woke under the shade of a great palm tree, my leg was throbbing like mad, and I soon discovered that it was probably because of the enormous gash running across my knee. Eric was lying unconscious nearby, propped up against a moss-covered rock. Like my twin, my memory was never great, but I do remember a plane crash. The Pilot had lost control of the jet, and before anyone could help, we were headed straight down towards the sea. How Eric and I got here, I have no idea. However, I do hope we are not the only ones here; there were at least 20 other passengers on that plane…some of them must have survived. Who knows though? Maybe we could have the time of our lives here. Until we are rescued, there's no school, no adults and no responsibilities! Eric woke up about eight minutes after I did, and by the looks of it, he was as excited to be here as me. After a few more minutes of poking around in the tropical forest, we heard a low horn sound coming from far, far away. Eric and I looked to each other and grinned like maniacs. Together we raced as fast as our identical legs would take us to what sounded like other people.After about six minutes of tearing through the dense forest, we arrived at a long sandy beach and saw what looked like about half of the children on the plane, me n' Eric raced towards them and saw the object that must have called us here. IT was a giant pink shell that a skinny blonde boy was still blowing on. We fell down and rested in the sand and a fat kid with glasses leaned down and asked our names. Without delay I recited our names, just as Eric did the same. The other boys laughed, and we did too, happy to concentrate on something other than trying to catch our breath. We repeated our names again, and the kid nodded and walked over to the boy with the shell, who was now sitting down on a log.As soon as everyone has settled down, a tall boy followed by about six strangely dressed children arrived at our temporary campsite. He immediately started demanding information and ordering people around, we later learned his name was Jack Merridrew. The fat kid, who was nicknamed Piggy later, again attempted at taking names, but failed and gave up. The group was getting restless, especially the little children, and so Ralph, the boy with the shell called them to order. He said we should have a vote to decide who would be the leader of us until we were rescued. Jack wanted to be chief, but was beaten by Ralph. Ralph graciously offered to let Jack have control of the group he came with, and Jack accepted. After a few minutes, Ralph, Jack and a boy named Simon set off to explore the island and left the rest of us to wait.