Part One
Disclaimer: I do not own hatchet or any of that crap
I was in the airplane, fingering the hatchet my mom had given me. I was thinking of those terrible words that ripped at me and brought angry tears to my eyes. Divorce. The secret. The secret even my dad didn't know about. But I knew. My mom was going out with another guy. That's the reason they divorced only a month ago.
My eyes filled with tears again. Tears full of hatred. I blinked them out, looking sideways at the pilot. I think his name is Jim or Jake. Something like that.
Speaking of the pilot, the plain was now filled with body gas. Very strong body gas. He was rubbing his side, moaning. Must be something he ate.Wait! Now he was gripping his chest, screaming! He was having a heart attack! He had a few spasms and… oh crap.
I picked up the radio headset I had seen him use earlier. I told them the situation. They asked me for my coordinates. Like I knew. They were breaking up! Just static now.
I drove the plane for another hour, checking the radio at ten minute intervals. The pilot had told me that it was easy to fly a plane, and it was.
Now the fuel was out! I screamed as the plane crashed into the lake I had been aiming for. The windows cracked with the pressure of the water. I struggled with my seat belt until I finally ripped free.
After I pulled myself ashore, I slept for an hour or so. After that I woke up and realized I was thirsty. I drank handfuls of the lake water and threw it up. But the thirst was gone. Then hunger yanked at me and I realized I had to find something to eat. I searched for food and found a bush with bitter tasting berries. I ate as many as I could, made a lean to, and fell asleep.
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