alcohol, fragrance, and melancholy.

One minute, me and my peers at my school were flying out to a hot and sunny vacation in Aruba. In a blink of an eye, we're on an island. 10 girls with no help, guidance, cell phones, etc. We had to figure out how we were going to eat, fight through diseases, and most importantly, get help. I'm Sierra Ellison, and this is my story on how I survived Flight 89.

Five people who are stuck in a elevator and they learn that one of them has a bomb inside of them. As they fight to stay alive they learn things about each other. Will they die or will learning things about each other help them stay alive?