Hey Guys i currently started this story, I actually don't know how it will go, so PLEASE read it and share your ideas, I take critism except don't be rude or too harsh. Thnx :)
Description: What do you think will happen after you fell down from an airplane and you're the only survival? You don't know where you are, and you don't know anyone? ShaAsia is a 17 year old teenager; she loves to travel with her parents since she was little. But on her birthday she decided to go to Korea by herself. Due to some weather difficulties, the airplane couldn't make it. It CRASHED!!! What is she going to do when she doesn't know anything about Korea? Will someone find her in the middle of that island?.
"UGH, i feel nauseous" ShaAsia said with her eyes half opened. She's trying to move but something blocks her. "I don't know what happened, but I don't want to open my eyes" she said with teary eyes. "Or i hope when I open them, I'll be on my bed."
Today was supposed to be the most beautiful day in her life, but it turned out to be the worst. It was 11 in the morning, when the plane crashed. ShaAsia was the only one who survived. Is she really alive because she doesn't feel that she is? She suddenly started to cry when she thought about how she's going to live in the middle of the island.
"What am I going to do when I don't speak Korean?" Her eyes were still closed. She wanted to keep them close, but until when? Until someone comes to save her? In reality that island is really far away from people and it's not habitable. When she finally opened her eyes, she was asking herself, why she didn’t keep them close. She wanted to close them again, but could she really do that when she already saw everything the debris of the plane, the corpses. She couldn't stop crying. "2 hours ago I was on the plane with these people, I could hear them laughing and talking. I even wanted to tell them to stop talking because I wanted to focus on my magazine. They were so “ALIVE”. Now what's happening? Why don't you guys wake up? She whispered. I want to hear you guys talking." She shouted while crying. Who could stop her from crying? She felt weak, she couldn't even talk. "What would those people's family do? I’m not their family, I barely know one of them then I feel devastated.” She whispered to herself.
One hour has passed since she was lamenting. "I’m hungry" she said after hearing her stomach groaning. She finally tried to stand up, and started to look for her bag. She couldn't find it. "AISHH!! How upsetting!! She yelled. Then she saw a wallet on the ground. She approached while looking around. "What's the point of looking around if no one is going to see me?" She questioned herself. She took the wallet and opened it. When she opened it she saw a picture. "This person looks familiar." She thought, but she doesn't remember where she had seen him. "Wait he was on the plane too." she suddenly remembered that the person on the picture was one of the passengers. "He's actually Korean." she said when she looked at his passport. She started to look into the wallet to see if there's more information. She found a paper; there was an address with a name and a phone number. "I wonder where he was going because I don't think this is his address. Why would he write it on a paper?" she asked. "I have to look for a cell phone among "these people"." she said. "Maybe if I call this number I can find some help. She thought. "Even though I don't speak Korean, I'll try my best.
It's been an hour and a half since she's looking for a phone. "I can't take it anymore" she cried and sat down. "I’m so hungry, I feel like someone has beaten me up. Everywhere in my body is hurting." she started to cry again. "I think I’m going to take a nap, to see if I'll feel better. " she said. She looked for a place far from the corpses and placed a couple of clothes then she lay down.
It was 4 in the afternoon when she finally woke up. She looked like a dead person. "It's almost night, I have to find a phone to call the number." She started to look for a phone again. Luckily she found one on the ground. "ASSA" She exclaimed. "Now I have to prepare what I’m going to say to that person. If only this person could speak English." she said. After a couple minutes she finally dialed the number. "Ehh... Yeoboseyo" she hesitantly said. " Yeoboseyo, nuguseyo?" "OMG, it's a guy. What should I say next? "Jeoneun ShaAsia-ibnida".I forgot how to say help me." she was thinking. The other person on the line was impatiently waiting. Then she finally found the word. "jebal dowajuseyo" she said. It was in that moment she realized how much Korean she was lacking. She started crying through the phone. She was so upset, upset at herself, upset at that stranger who can't understand her pain. She was upset at everything that was around her. She wanted to say a lot, but how? When she couldn't even speak the language. She suddenly remembered how to ask if someone can speak English."yeong-eo hal su isseoyo?" she asked with a pressure on her voice, afraid that the person doesn't understand with her accent. "Ne" the person answered. "Oohh thanx God.” She exclaimed. "But what's wrong?" the person asked on the other line. "I’m in the middle of an island, the plane I was on crashed and I’m the only one who survived, I don't know what to do, I don't know anyone here. I can't speak Korean, I’m hungry. I want to go back home. I feel like dying." she said while tears are running on her cheek.” “Calm down, can you speak a little bit slower?" the person asked "because I can't understand". "Can you just call the police and tell them to find the plane that arrived in Korea at 11 this morning." she said furiously. It was at that moment she was asking herself: "Why am I getting angry at someone that I don't even know? It's not even his fault that I am here." Then the person finally answered:" Wait where you are, I’m going to alert the police."
