At first I don't believe it, my fellow students and teachers all react different to the news that the plane is about to crash. Two of the teachers are trying to calm down the most distraught students, not hiding it very well that we are most likely going to die. That's when the second bang sounds and out my window I can see the left wing has just caught fire and exploded. Seconds now before impacted, I love you mum, I love you dad.
BOOM!!!
It's hard to register that just minutes ago I was sitting in the plane up in the air on my way to Fiji with my class and teachers, listening to music. Where my biggest worry was how loud I had to have my music to block out the endless gossip the girls behind me were blabbing about. Yes it is hard to believe but I accept it now as I sit here my neck throbbing from the force that had thrown me forward. The ringing is so loud it's all I can hear, I turn around to see one of the girls behind me seems to be out cold, the other is sobbing into her hands. That when I look up to see Ms Rain sprawled along the ground, still bleeding out from the medal that has crushed her legs. Her eyes are still open but you could sense she was no longer there.
I lean back in to my seat and wriggle my way out of the belt. Some of the other students are trying to get out of the plane while the majority are in shock. I stand up and process the damage; all three teachers are dead and two students who were sitting at the front of the plane. Their names were Allie and James, I didn't know them well. I guess I never will. I walk over to the right side of the plane and look out the window. I can see sand covered with the carnage of the planes right engine.
I spot Eloise toward the back of the plane and make my way through the twisted chairs.
'Get up" I say, realizing how shaky my voice sounds and that there are tears on the urge of spilling down my cheeks. Pull it together Emma, I tell myself.
"GET UP ELOISE".
"Your-your bleeding Emma", she murmurs.
That's when I feel the thick blood running down my face, spilling from the large cut on my forehead. Then the dizziness takes over me.
"Eloise I think I'm going -----".
I awake to darkness. The pain in my forehead returns. As I sit up the heat overwhelms me and almost knocks me down again.
"Hello", says a quiet voice.
"Eloise".
"Everyone's left the plane, we salvaged what we could. I got a decent amount should last 2 to 3 days. The others are on the beach. I think we should join them soon", Eloise voice was so quiet yet very clear and sure.
"Huhhhhh".
My brain feels shaken, I hear her words but they aren't sinking in. I ignore the ringing in my ears and try to concentrate on Eloise. But the image of the teachers won't fade.
"Um okay" I say.
"The Teachers are all dead".
"I know..... how long was I out".
"About 5 hours".
"Emma what are we going to do".
"I don't know Eloise, but I don't think it's wise to stay with the others".
"Why not, safety in groups. Plus a plane will spot us soon, a bunch of kids on a school trip never land at their destination. I'm sure that news worthy, I bet someone's already looking for us".
"Yes but what if they're not what if were stuck her for days, weeks? Something's definitely going to go down. With no rules to abide by all hells going to brake lose".
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Surviving The Island
Teen FictionA school trip to Fiji gone wrong. Here tells the story of Emma's fight for survival on an uninhabited island. After a horrific plane crash leaves her class stranded on an island. Emma decides it's best not to stay with the group. She begins fending...