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The plane starts to fall down faster, as if the pilot has no control, which he obviously doesn't. People start screaming, and I even heard a toddler in the back start to cry. And I look at Austin, whose still looking at me, and I can't help thinking he's the last face I'm going to see before I die. And apparently he thinks the same thing, because he keeps his hand on mine and he leans in, and kisses me softly, just for a second. I stare at him in shock, but that's when we hit the ground. The impact is hard, and I'm instantly knocked out.
When I wake up, I'm gasping for air, like I just died and came back to life, like I was just holding my breath underwater for too long and finally got out. The sky is bright, and I'm surrounded by very tall grass. The pain in my head is strong, and the brightness of the sun doesn't help it. I look down and realize I'm still strapped securely in my seat, except I'm alone, and the seat is too. Austin's seat is gone, and nothings around me. I was thrown from the plane, and yet I'm still alive. But is Austin?
The seatbelt is around my hips, and it's so tight into me that I see blood; it's imbedded into my skin on my left side. I tug at it and scream in pain. I keep tugging at it until it comes free, blood starting to gush. After many failed attempts of unbuckling my seatbelt, it finally works and I fall out of my chair and onto the grass.
I lie down on my side and stare into the tall grass that's surrounding me. How did this happen, why did this happen to me, of all times I decided to fly, my fear becomes real. But how is everyone else? Are they alive? I need to check, but I don't have ambition to move, I just want to lay here and pretend everything's okay. Maybe it's a dream and I'll wake up soon.
I close my eyes and imagine myself back home, hanging out with Trish or eating just baked cookies- Trish. I'm so glad she got sick and couldn't come, she could be dead right now, but she's safe at home and that's a huge relief. I try to go back to my imaginary world when I hear someone calling my name.
"Ally!" the boy yells, his voice cracking.
I sit up slowly and try poke my head over the grass, and I notice Austin stumbling in my direction, "Austin!" I yell to him. He looks around and finally sees me and jogs over. He kneels down next to me and notices my bleeding side, "Oh God Ally!" he says, and I swear he's holding back tears.
"It's not that bad, compared to your head." I tell him. He has a cut on his forehead, some of the blood is already dry around it, and in his bangs, and fresh blood drops down his cheek.
"I'm fine." He says, and rips a piece of his plaid long sleeve shirt on the bottom and applies it gently to my side.
"I can't believe we're alive." I tell him.
"I know." He says with such relief, "But not all of us were lucky." He says with slight horror in his eyes.
"Who-Who's gone?" I ask him.
He shrugs, "I can't find a lot of people. The only ones I know that are alive is Caroline, Thomas, two teenage girls, an older man, and 4 others from our class."
"That's it?" I ask him, shocked.
He nods and continues to soak up blood from my wound. I just study his face while he focuses on my cut. And then it hits me, how he kissed me before we crashed, and I decide I'm not going to bring that up. He probably was just reacting to the moment, maybe he thought I never had my first kiss and felt bad that I'd die without it, and it's true, he was my first kiss. But he's Austin Moon, the golden boy, he'd never like me.
He helps me up and we walk towards where everyone is. There is a piece of plane that I notice, it's a decent piece that isn't all crushed up and broken, and I run over to it, ignoring Austin's pleas to stay with him. I walk into it, it'd make a good shelter, since we obviously aren't going to be getting out of here tonight. I walk towards the back, and I see a person. When I notice the strawberry blonde hair, a sick feeling comes to my stomach. I reply the names that Austin said were alive in my mind, and Stacy wasn't one of them.
"Ally, just come here." He says from outside of the plane.
I walk over slowly, and Stacy's still strapped into her seat, except she's defiantly gone. The horror that's stuck on her face is almost overbearing to look at, and the blue color her whole body is now is sickening. I run out of the plane, past Austin and over to a clear spot where I can collect myself.
I start to hyperventilate and run my hands through my hair, pulling slightly. I look all around, and Caroline is staring at me, and so is the other kids I've never seen before. I start to cry, and I can't help the sobbing sounds from escaping me. Why did Stacy have to die? Sure, we weren't really friends, but she didn't deserve this. Why do we get to live but she doesn't?
Austin stands a few feet away from me cautiously, staring at me with sad eyes. Why doesn't he leave me alone? Why is he suddenly acting like we're best friends or something? We're not; he's the golden boy, I'm Ally the loser. He walks over to me and tries to hug me but I punch at his chest and scream, "Leave me alone!" I cry harder.
But he's stronger than me; he keeps me to his chest until I finally break down and let him embrace me. I fall into his arms and cry harder. I just want to go home, I want everything to be okay, but it's far from that. I can see Caroline giving me and Austin the evil eye from a distance away, but I'm too upset to care.
I don't really know what happens next, it's like I just slip away from my own mind or something, everything's blurry and people try to talk to me but I can't respond, I think I may be in shock. Austin moves me to the piece of plane, and they must have moved Stacy because she's gone. Austin sets up a seat into a sort of bed, and gets a blanket from his suitcase he must have found earlier. He lays me down slightly and covers me with the blanket, but I just stare at the broken window next to me.
"Ally, please talk." He says, and I ignore him.
After a while I drift off to sleep, and when I wake up, I'm alone in the plane, and darkness settles around me. How long have I been asleep?
I take the blanket off me and set it down where I was, I have a feeling that may be my new bed until we find out a way to get rescued.
I walk out of the plane and everything's silent. I catch a light in the corner of my eye and I see a fire in the distance. I walk over to it, and everyone's sitting around it. Caroline is right next to Austin, as close as they can be seated together. Thomas is talking to the two teenage girls that survived the crash, they are twins. And the older man that survived too is studying some plants. The others are off on their own, doing who knows what. Austin notices my presence and glances up at me, but then glances at the fire.
I turn around and walk back to the piece of plane, and decide to look and see if my luggage is in there. It's better than sitting at the fire with them, because even though we're all together stranded who knows where, and all survivors of a terrible thing, we're all still in our clichés, the populars, and the loners.
I find a huge bin full of food, beef jerky and dried fruits, it should last us quite a while. I find a name on the side of it, it says Mrs. Paxton, our teacher, our chaperone. She's gone, too. I fight back tears, and throw the bin outside of the plane in the good pile of things I'm collecting. I find a suit case that belongs to Thomas, and throw it outside too. After a while of throwing items out of the plane, people start to notice what I'm doing and venture over. Before I know it, Thomas and the two twins are helping me go through things, collecting useable items.
Thomas declares that we should go throw the people who have died suitcases, only for useful things like food and stuff, and though it sickens me, I let him do it. A lot of people brought UN opened snacks of food with them, and we add it to Mrs. Paxton's bin. After a while, Austin joins us too, and he finds his backpack, and ventures off with it. Caroline hasn't moved from her spot at the fire, she's just staring at it, and it's not because she's hurt that she's not helping, she's just a lazy selfish girl, who I'd love to slap in the face right about now. She only has a few scratches, and most of us are bleeding and beaten up. Austin's piece of shirt has stuck to my wound now, with some new blood trying to seep through.
Eventually I find two small first aid kits, and I lay out all of the supplies outside so everyone can help themselves. I grab a few huge band-aids and cleaning wipes and venture over to where I found myself earlier after I woke up. It's getting light out, so it must be early morning. After I get over there, I rip off the clothing piece from my wound and wipe up all of the blood that I can, and when I'm done I put on the thick band-aids. Good as new, I thought to myself.
I look around the area for any of my things but they aren't here. I walk back to the supplies and everyone's sitting around what's now a dead, fire and eat beef jerky. But I don't see Austin, and I don't think he's been back since I set out the supplies, and he really needs something for his head. I grab a band-aid and a few towels and go search for him.
It doesn't take me long to find him, he's just behind a small batch of trees; he has all of his stuff in a pile and is sitting down hitting buttons on his phone. I walk over to him and sit across from him.
"Hi Ally." He says.
I was going to hand him the first aid stuff, but I don't think he'd be able to wash it himself without a mirror, so I scoot over and start wiping his cut, he lets out a small gasp after the chemicals hit his wound but I keep wiping. After I get all the blood off of his face I put the band-aid over it. I scoot back over to my spot and look at his phone.
"No service. No one has service." He says in a frustrated tone.
I don't know why, but I can't seem to find my voice. I just can't bring myself to say anything, because nothing seems to be the right thing to say anymore.
I get up and walk away, and he calls after me, "Thank you." He says, and I walk back over to the others. I grab a package of beef jerky and grab a piece, suddenly hungry.
My head is pounding so I grab two aspirin from the bottle in the first aid kit, there's two full bottles so no one will mind them missing. The only problem is we don't have much water, and we'll need to find that soon. But who will do it, Thomas, Austin? It defiantly won't be Caroline.
I go back into the plane and sit down on my 'bed'. It will make good shelter if it rains or anything, so I think some more kids could sleep in here, but I don't know if we'd all fit. I found a sheet in someone's bag and I hung it on the opening of the plane, like a door.
It's brighter outside now, and I notice the older man is still studying different things, like twigs and leaves. I walk over to him and watch him, until he notices me, "I'm trying to figure out where we are." He says, even though I didn't ask.
I wonder if he has any ideas of where we are. I know I don't, I've never really been outside of Florida, and I'm more of an indoor girl.
"I can't tell by these though, maybe if we run into some wildlife, it will become more clear." He says, "I'm Frank." He says and holds out his hand. I shake it, but I don't tell him my name.
"And your Ally." He says and goes back to studying his plants.
It's like he understands me even though I don't speak, he answered questions I was thinking without me even asking him. He seems to be a pretty intelligent guy. I think he will defiantly be helpful in surviving here.
Caroline, and Austin are nowhere in sight, and it gives me an odd sick feeling. Thomas is showing the twins how to start a fire, and the 4 other kids in my class are going through supplies. I'm surprised at how calm everyone is being really, and it's sort of aggravating. They should be upset, they should be freaking out, but instead there just going on with their lives, like this is some vacation. No one is talking about how to get out of here, sure we've only been here a day, but I want to get out of here as soon as possible.
We're pretty much in the middle of a forest. The piece of plane where I call my bedroom now is off in a small clearing surrounded by some tall grass and then behind it is the thousands of trees and different plants. I'm tempted to go into it, but I have a feeling I won't come out. I have no idea what types of animals are out there, and I'm surprised we already made it through half of a night. Who knows what tonight could bring?