We all go to the lake and we see the other half of the plane and other people working on trying to keep people alive. Here there are nine dead twenty-four injured. My friends and I go back to the front of the plane to get bandages for the wounded. We hear a man yelling and crying for help we see a man in the front of the plane. We rip open the door, a man drops out onto the floor his body wrapped in wires. I cut the wires from the control engine. We untangle him. “How did you get tangled in the wires?” I ask.
“Well when we were falling all the wires came up and over me,” says the man who we realise is the pilot.
“How long have you been in there?” we ask.
“Well a couple of hours. I’ve been screaming for help but no one heard me until you guys,” says the pilot. “Thank you,” he says and sits in his chair and closes his eyes. Ten dead twenty three injured.
“The shock must have got to him,” I mumble to myself. “Sorry what?” my friend says.
“Sorry, I said the shock must have got to him,” I say again.
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The Crash
ActionA boy in a plane crash with his friends will they live yes this story is bad but this was my first story on wattpad.
