Hey hey hey everybody! hammsters here! Now, seeing as I am neither a man or dead, I am not William Golding, so I'm pretty positive that I don't own anything but Leah and this particular story (although it would be awesome if I did!) This is only my second fanfic, and I haven't even finished my first, so have mercy! Read, love, REVIEW!
It became hard to breathe. The oxygen was being sucked from the plane. Passengers choked and gasped for breath. Outside, chunks of metal were being torn from the wings. The door at the front of the plane flew off. I felt the suction pulling me from my seat like a vacuum cleaner. I felt my heart pounding, threatening to burst out of my chest. Several people were turning blue from the lack of air, others were already dead. The cold, forbidding waters were coming closer and closer. So this is how it ends, I thought. The plane smacked the water hard and plunged into the depths. The interior flooded with water upon impact. I fumbled with my seatbelt until I was freed. Other passengers struggled but did not have my luck. I swam forward to the door and out. I slowly clawed my way to the air above. A few seconds later, a dozen or so people broke through the surface, including my whole family and the co-pilot. The co-pilot had a sheet of rubber in his arms. He blew into a hole in the sheet and it expanded into a rubber boat. We all clambered in in a rush. A storm was raging around us. The sea rocked the boat up and down, up and down. The waves grew taller and taller. A wall of water crashed down on top of us. The water became so violent that I was tossed out of the boat.
"LEAH!" my mom called. My dad reached over and tried to pull me back in, but my hand slipped free of his.
"MOM, DAD, SARAH! HELP!" I screamed. My dad tried once again to pull me back, but he couldn't reach me. The waves pushed me in one direction, my family in another, further and further away. Soon I couldn't see them anymore. Eventually the storm ended and the skies cleared. I saw a strip of metal floating a few feet away. I paddled over to it and used it a s a flotation device. I lay with my head resting on it for a long time. Maybe it was an hour, maybe it was two. I don't really know. All I know is that in the distance, there was a little green spec, just floating there on the horizon. It grew closer and closer as the tide pushed me forward. As it came closer, the green became the leafy foliage of trees and golden sand appeared beneath the green. An island. I released my metal floatie and used my best freestyle stroke to reach the shore as quickly as possible. My swim team coach would've been proud. I flopped down on the beach, panting hard. Here we are. Caught up to the present. I catch my breath and sit up. I shrug off my backpack, which I still ahve slung over my shoulder, and survey the contents. I find three graphic tees (much like the one I'm wearing) a White Sox t-shirt, a pair of Sofees, a Nutrigrain bar, a bag of Goldfish, a wrinkled mictureof me with my family at my sister's high school graduation, a cell phone, an iPod touch, and my ratty old Michigan sweatshirt that's at least 10 sizes too big. It's not much, won't keep me alive too long. Wait, back-track. THERE'S A CELL PHONE! I'M SAVED! I spring to my feet and slide it open. One look at the screen and my heart sinks.
"Shit on a stick, crap on a rug, oh sweet queen mother of all the fucks! No. Friggin'. CELL RECEPTION? THAT'S IT! The second I'm off this God forsaken island I'm switching ot AT&T! You hear that T-mobile? YOU HEAR THAT!" by the time I complete my rant I'm completely out of breath. I stuff my belongings back into my bag and sling it over my back. I make my way to the jungle and explore. Absolutely no signs of civilization. Great. I'm trapped on a deserted island with no way of being rescued. "Fucking T-mobile." I grumble.
I get to the middle of the jungle and feel like I'm going to collapse. I climb to the lowest branch of a tree, sit down, and lean against the trunk. I pull out my iPod and begin to sing along to "Halleluiah", hoping to comfort myself
Jack's POV
We've been hunting for hours and caught boys and I are just heading back to camp when I fear something, a voice. I tell the boys to head back to camp and I follow the sweet, melodic sound, lured by the siren's song.
"I heard there was a secret chord that
David played and it pleased the Lord.
But you don't really care for music do you?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall the major lift
The baffled king composing Halleluiah" the voice is clear now, strong, close. I come to a clearing, the source of the sound, and I'm shocked by what I see. There's a girl, about fifteen or sixteen, sitting in one of the trees, with an iPod in her hand and earbuds in her ears. Her dark brown hair is cut very short and curls up at the end, giving her the appearance of a pixie. Her face is round, I think it would be described as heart shaped. Her eyes are closed as she sings. She is breathtakingly beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. An angel, with a voice to match. But her cheeks are red and splotchy and streaked with tears. At the last "halleluiah" she bursts out crying. I feel like I'm intruding. I feel the urge to go and comfort her, but I fight it. Instead, I run back to camp. The boys need to know about this.
Leah's POV
I begin crying as I finish the song. I reach into my bag and fish out the picture of my family. The tears rush out faster, burn my eyes hotter. I sit there for a few minutes, cradling the photo to my chest, then wipe the tears away. My reflection in the blackened screen of my iPod tells me that you wouldn't even know I'd been crying, but I'm not sure why I care. I jump down from my tree and begin walking. There's got to be something edible somewhere in this jungle, and I'm determined to find it, whatever it is. My hunt is cut short by a trumpet-like sound. Could it be? Could there really be people on this island? I sprint soundlessly toward the general direction of the sound. After a few minutes, I see a circle of people about a hundred feet away. I climb up into the trees and hop from limb to limb until I'm directly above the center of the circle. I listen carefully to their conversation and quickly learn that the whole assembly is made up of British boys. I just couldn't really get away from England could I? The branch I'm on is weak and begins to creak and groan. The blonde boy who's been talking hands a shell to a red-headed boy.
"Okay, what'd you wanna tell us Jack?" The blonde boy asks. Just as the red-headed boy, Jack, opens his mouth to speak, my branch breaks and I belly-flop onto the ground right in the middle of the circle. Quickly, I scramble to my feet, brush off the dirt and compose myself, my feet shoulder-width apart and my hands on my hips.
"Hiya!" I say, smiling brightly at the boys. They all gawk at me as if they've never seen a girl in their lives. This should be interesting.
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