Stranded

Chapter 1

'Emma', a voice bellows. 'Hey Emma!'

'Go away', I want to say.
I can hear distant voices all around me, waves splashing against rocks...

'What the bloody bell?' I thought. 'WAVES!'

I want to snap my eyes open so badly but my eyelids feel heavy. I begin to lift my hands to touch something... anything just for the heck of it.

'Emma that's my face!' An annoyed voice exclaims.

Slowly I open my eyes and a set of sea green eyes stare right back at mine. What color are my eyes again? Ugh, too lazy to remember.

'What happened?' God my voice sounds terrible, like I haven't used it for years. Maybe I haven't... I mean who knows I'm too lazy to try to remember that too.

Confused green eyes stare at me dumb founded. Does that even sound right? Well point is she's confused and that's that.

'You don't remeber? '

'Would I have asked?' I chock.

Sea green eyes shrugs and gets me to sit up. It was then I notice her mop of drak hair was a resemblance to a bird's nest and if it wasn't for my sore throat maybe I'd have chuckled.

'Plane crushed', she explains. 'Pilots dead and 10 survivors...'.

I nod. It all became clear to me, we were on a school trip to god- knows- where- since- it's- not- my- fault- that- thinking- is- such- a- long- process, when our plane went haywire and all this mumbo- jumbo happened.

'Anybody else hurt... were are they anyway?'

The girl's eyes gaze at the shore then back to me. 'Back in the plane to gather supplies'. Then she points to her left. 'and others are tending whatever injury they've got'.

'My memory is a little foggy soo... your name?'

She blinks. 'Ciara... same English class'.

I flash her a smile. 'Why is that hot guy naked, not that I don't mind thou?'

Ciara face plams.

'What?' I ask innocently. 'His really hot don't cha think'.

'No comment'.

'You agree with me!' I wink at her causing her to roll her eyes.

'I wonder how the plane didn't burst into flames. Not like I'm complaining or anything', Ciara murmurs.

I hum. Guess we got lucky there.

'Oh yeah your bag, here', Ciara hands me my backpack.

I open it and get out my water bottle.

'How did you manage to get water across?' She asks.

Scratching my head for a minute I finally give her an answer. 'Lied that I've got some sickness which will have me drinking water almost every three minutes', I tap my chin. 'Then asked them with they want to be held accountable for my death on the plane'.

Clara smiles. 'Plain ridiculous',

'True that', I agree.

'Yo guys!' A voice shouted. 'You alright?'

'Ooh hot guy's concerned', I beam making ciara roll her eyes again.

She gets up and helps me. '
Let's go'.