Chaos. Darkness. Fire.
That is the order I remember.
Screaming, yelling.
Debris flying , windows shattering.
Water rushing.
That is how I remember.
Blood, bodies.
Yelling, crying.
The struggle to get out of the plane before air runs out.
Cold, ice.
The frigid water stealing your every breath.
One last kind soul giving me my ship.
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An Ocean View
Teen FictionUnless otherwise noted, all of my chapters are first or second draft, so yeah, they suck lol. Az has been stranded on an island for five years, and her life is finally in a rhythm. Wake up, get food, get water, and maybe even work on her...
