Fallen from the Sky

Chapter 20

Daisy

I sit watching Jazz curiously while half immersed in my own thoughts. Such as questions about whether my first love, me and Andrew, will ever work out now we’ve been rescued? Before I never questioned it, but now our chances have become a lot slimmer. Not necessarily because we will be stopped, but because I lack the confidence to do so. I can’t believe that less than five minutes ago I was stranded on an island, aimlessly questioning me and Andrew, even planning my own counter-arguments for installing order. Now I’m sat in a helicopter on my way back home, where I will reach my loving family, distraught with grief and happiness. Then I must again accept their love and try desperately not to feel strangled and restricted after this taste of freedom. How can I adjust back to normal society now I know what it’s like to have no restraints?

Jazz stands up, holding something small in her hand.

“What is it?” Asks Alex automatically, peering over Harriet’s shoulder.

“Parachutes.” She says, smiling. I’m confused.

“Hold on.” I say but Luna interrupts me.

“Excuse me!” She says and everyone turns to her. “What use are those to us?” The parachutes have brought back some of her liveliness – and annoyingness. Jazz looks at her as if she has just told her the world was about to explode.

“You are such an idiot!” She exclaims. This takes me by surprise, how easily Jazz got mad. She looks over at me with an angered glare that makes me nervous.

“You have no clue, do you?!” She asks in anger, spitting at Luna.

“Uhh… no. I don’t. So… I’d like it if you would explain it to me.” Luna says sassily. Jazz gives an over-exaggerated smile.

“Alex doesn’t trust the officer.” She starts but she is interrupted.

“Everyone doesn’t trust the officer.” Alex corrects her quickly.

“Yes.” She says sharply and irritably. “Yes. Whatever. We don’t trust him.” She slams the parachutes down onto her chair. “We can save ourselves with these. Even jump out safely.”

“Why would we do that?” Harriet asks automatically.

“Yeah.” I say, slightly confused.

“Well. If we wanted to, we could.” She picks up the parachutes and chucks them onto the floor. She slumps down onto her seat.

“I’m not.” I say, “Not unless we need to.”

“Same.” Says Courtney. “I’m not jumping out a plane after what happened last time.”

“I know but, but what if.” Jazz clears her throat. “What if we jump out, create a new shelter, find new food and start a new island.” This idea is ridiculous, ridiculous, but I like it.

“No.” Says Andrew plainly before I can even consider this new idea.

“Why?” I ask. Andrew is the person I’d least expect to say this.

“Because… because that island messed everything up. It changed things. It made us act different. I just- I don’t want to change so much that by the time I get back, everybody I love doesn’t like me anymore.”

This speech makes my mind speak a whole other argument. I don’t want to leave, I want to go back, as I should do. I’m going to wait, return, and everything can go back to how it should be. But then again, what about me and Andrew? We were getting along, but will it all end once we get back? I’ll then again be restrained by other’s opinions and the fear that nobody will like me for refraining. Oh, for heaven’s sake! I kissed Andrew! There is no way that we can return back to normal after this! When this crosses my mind, I turn back to look at Andrew and butterflies instantly materialise in my stomach. I wish I never got stuck on this stupid island. Or even worse, I wish that helicopter never found us.