Crash - The Little Island

Introduction

It was a cold, drizzly Monday when it happened. The tenth graders from Eastdale High were hurrying through the rain, using their hands as shields from the rain.

Despite the downfall, you could sense excitement in the air. You see, these tenth graders were top in every subjects. Nerds, you could say. A few weeks ago, these students had won a school competition to go to Africa, and learn about culture. It was a trip of a life time, so how could you refuse?

Isobel Wilson, a blonde girl with no sense of trust, was not too pleased when she found out about the trip. Why, you ask?

Planes.

Isobel Wilson did not trust planes. In fact, she didn't trust a lot of things. Like the chips that they sell in McDonalds.

But, although Isobel was incredibly nervous about the next few hours, she couldn't help smiling and laughing with her friends.

When the class finally arrived at the airport (they had to go back because an overweight Chinese boy named Zung Wu had forgotten his inhaler) they had just made it on time. They ran through the halls, several people tripping whilst doing so.

Everyone ran onto the plane. People were laughing and smiling. Isobel wasn't. Her best friend, Emily, was sat next to her. Emily kept trying to talk to Isobel, but she only got one word answers

"Iz, I know you're afraid of planes and everything but you can still talk you know! Hey, one in a million flights crash, did you know that? One in a million. So come on, stop worrying!" she laughed and she punched Isobel's shoulder jokingly.

Isobel just nodded.

Isobel's POV

Half an hour after the planed had taken off, and Emily was still talking. I don't even remember her stopping to breathe.

"...and imagine if we could see one of those African schools... That would be really great... What does African food taste like?... I hope we see no snakes!..."

I pretended to listen, but I wasn't. Why would I? No, I was too busy looking around at all of the other passengers.

In front of us were Mia Mackay and Amy Thompson, they were two girls from our school. They seemed relaxed.

Behind us was Ben Granger and Joshua Hicks. Ben was listening to music on his iPod and Josh was reading a book. They seemed relaxed.

In the next row along was Professor Palmer, my biology teacher, and a man that I didn't recognise. They were talking with each other and they seemed relaxed.

Other passengers were the rest of the kids from my school, like Daniel Kinney and Megan Hawley. But there was also random people that also just so happened to be on their way to Africa. They all seemed relaxed.

Hm, I was the only paranoid wreck. How about that. Maybe I should stop being so childish and just relax.

So I did, I tried to just chill out. I listened to Emily ramble on for a few minutes, but my attention was soon torn away from her and onto a low, grumbling sound.

"-and I said 'No, get lost you stupid freak' but then I felt really bad and-"

"Hey, can you hear that?" I said, interupting Emily from her story, or whatever it was that she was telling me. She sighed impatiently.

"No, I can't. Were you even listening to my story? Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so I went home and-"

The plane moved up and down, making me spill my orange juice all over Emily.

"Oh, crap. That was designer!" she snapped.

"Shhh." I instructed her. I listened out for another noise.

"Now you're just being paranoid. Seriously, chill."

Grumble grumble grumble.

Thump thump thump.

Bang bang bang.

Me and Emily share a wide eyed look of horror on our faces. What was happening? Turbulence? I don't think so. This is exactly why I don't trust planes.

All of a sudden we were falling through the air. Gas masks had dropped from the ceiling. Children were screaming, kids were sobbing and mothers were frantically telling their kids to calm down, and that they loved them.

I only had one thought before I passed out.

This is the end.