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I sit with the other injured kids. As I found out earlier, there is 7 of us including me.

Megan;

Has nutty brown hair that falls to her waist. She has the bluest blue eyes I have ever seen in my life, I swear. She's 13 years old, born in New York, and all that other shit. Her right leg is totally messed up, and even though she is on the strongest medication they could find in the left over's of the plane, she is seriously in pain. I don't blame her, her leg looks terrible. It's bent in a very unhealthy looking angel. Right now Natalie is trying to calm her down, while some not-injured people treat her as good as they can.

Natalie;

Has a short blond pixie cut, and she's the type of girl who can get away with it. Her features are absolutely stunning. I guess she's about my age, I don't know. She seems very calm, and even though I don't yet know her, I like her already. I think she has a minor head injury, like me, because she doesn't look hurt anywhere else. Next to Natalie, there's Ryan.

Ryan, black hair, black eyes and dark skin. He's must be from Asia, maybe he's adopted. He's quiet, but he seems smart. I think you need to earn his trust, before he really lets you in. Still, I think he's friendly. His left upper arm is packed in white bandages, but the blood is seeping out of it, while he is trying to calm the crying girl.

I didn't quite catch her name, because she was crying so hard when she introduced herself, but I think it's Rebecca. Right now she is sobbing loudly, probably over the state of shock or in some kind of pain, I don't know. But honestly, to me, she looks perfectly fine. Maybe she's faking, like in gym class, where you would fake an illness or an injury. But doing that after a plane crash? That's just weird. I think that I'm maybe judging her to quick. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. Next to Rebecca, is Sarah.

Sarah has long golden wavy hair, light blue eyes and a very pale face. She's very cool, and when I say cool, I mean that she looks like she doesn't care she has just attended a plane crash. It's like she is unaffected by everything. I don't know. She looks about my age too. She hasn't said much, so I don't really know what to think about her.

Last person is Daniel. Blond and blue eyed to. I'm guessing he's 15, not sure though. He hasn't said much either, but I don't judge him. His arm is looking very much like Megan's leg.

But I guess allot of us look worse than we feel. I, for one, just have a head-ache and a throbbing wrist. I'm getting really tired of sitting and pretending to be sick and helpless, when I'm really not. So, despite what I was told, to sit and rest, I stand up.

Though I think "try to stand up", is what I should say. I stumble a few times on my feet, and try to get the dizziness in my head to cool down. I fall down on the cold rock, but I'm not prepared to give up yet.

I get up again, this time successful. The pain in my head is particularly nasty, but I barely feel my injured hand, and I'm not so dizzy. I can help out too. It's the first time I am standing up since we crashed. It's quite a sight;

The mountain top is uneven and greasy. The big part of the plane that is still intact has conveniently landed on a flat patch. I can see small chunks of iron and what not, scattered around. Some places, thick black smoke is twirling up and up towards the sky. The uninjured people are working on the plane, it seems. Don't get me wrong, they are absolutely not fixing it. I think they are making it safe for us to sleep in or something.

I take my first step on my very insecure legs; I am quite sore, but it's okay. I also get a good look on my arms and legs, and realize they are filled with bruises, cuts and burns. I shrug, and make my way over to the plane to find Peeta, the only person I know who isn't injured. I don't have to look long, though; he sees me first and walks over to me.

"What are you doing?" he asks me, looking concerned and judging in the same time.

"I want to help."

He looks doubtfully at me.

"Honestly, I'm doing fine." I answer him, putting my hands on my hips. Total mistake, as my left one is hurt. I can't hold back a gasp of pain.

"Yeah, I can see that." he says, racing an eyebrow at me.

"Oh come on, I really am okay." I try to convince him.

He's about to answer when somebody interrupts us.

"Is something going on here?" the new guy asks us both. I don't recognize him, but since he's asking us like that, I guess he's in charge or something. Peeta answers him first.

"She's supposed to be sitting down, she has a head injury." I can't believe he's ratting me out like that, I can't believe I'm thinking like this. Even though I know I'm acting childish, I can't help but send him a evil glance, before defending myself.

"Yes, but I am fine now, and I want to help. I don't see the big problem."

"And your absolutely sure your fine? Head injuries can be very tricky." The new guy asks me.

"As I was telling Peeta here, yes, I really, really am."

He smiles at me, and then gives me a short nod.

"Okay. I'm Gale. "

"Katniss" I respond.

Then he turns his back to us, and walks away. I'm surprised how neat it all seems, nobody panicking, everybody taking care of each other. It just makes the whole situation more creepy, somehow. I think Peeta's right about this getting crazy later. Personally, I think it will be a mad house. I'm also annoyed at Peeta's concern for me. I mean, okay, he's hot and it's kind of cute he cares for me already, but it's also kind of creepy. I don't know.

I look up to see him staring intensely at me. I look right back and we throw ourselves into a staring battle that is an Oscar worthy. He's the first one to look away.

"Katniss: 1 Peeta: 0" I tell him.

I think I see the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips, but he doesn't say anything.

Later.

The sun is coming down, as I sit on a big rock, absolutely spent from the hard day.

It's quite beautiful, the view I have over the jungle. The green tree tops clash with the sky, which has turned red from the sun. It almost looks like its bleeding. I escaped here, to sit alone. Try to gather my thoughts.

The plane has now been made to a sleeping area, and we know who much food and water we have. I don't know why 23 teenagers are so good at surviving, and at first aid. Maybe, deep down, we all have those abilities. Maybe it's just in our blood.

I open up my messenger bag and find my phone. Still, no signal.

Sighing, I lean back on the big rock and close my eyes. I can't say I feel the best. My head is really hurting, and my body is cut, burned and bruised. It's been the weirdest day of my life. Also the scariest, the longest and the hardest. You get the point.

I think we're all hoping that we'll be tracked down and rescued soon.

But I know it's not that simple. Nothing is ever simple. What happens to all of us from now on is already decided with one single rule;

The strongest will survive.

I know, harsh way of thinking, but it's true. I really don't hope it comes down to this. I know I can handle allot, but surviving here?

I'm going to be facing starvation and thirst, maybe insanity. I see people going crazy all the time, in the TV. Why not me? I was unlucky enough to be in a plane crash in the first place. Why not go all the way and become a nutter?

If I think much more, I'm afraid my head will explode. It's overheating with all these terrible thoughts.

Will I live, or will I die? Will I ever see my parents again? Will somebody come to rescue us, or will they never find us?

And that's when I realize, that I really don't care at the moment. I guess it just hasn't really sunk in yet, that this is really happening. That this I reality. I feel like I'm watching it all happen from above.

Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought I did.

I can hear footsteps, and turn my head to see who's found me.

I don't know her. She is small and petite, and has a bob of red hair. She has green eyes, and freckles all over her cheeks and nose. She's wearing a couple of dark blue jeans and a grey T-shirt reading "Anything that doesn't kill me better start running."

"Oh, sorry dude, I didn't realize anyone was here." She says.

"No, that's really okay." I tell her, actually meaning it.

"What are you sitting here for all alone?" She asks.

"Just thinking, I guess."I reply.

"Okay, cool."

She seems nice.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

She grins and then replies.

"My name is Olivia, but I go by red." She gestures to her fierce red hair.

"Ah, I see."

"And you?"

"Katniss" I reply.

"Nice to meet you, Katniss"

"Care to join me?"

"I'd be happy to." She says, and smiles at me.

Then she climbs up on the rock, and leans back besides me.

"Awesome view"

I smile and nod. Then we just lay there, till the sun is almost entirely hidden by the tree tops.

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