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I was with my younger brother on an airplane going to England to see my grandparents. I haven’t seen them since I was three, and my brother has never met them. My grandmother seemed to be so excited seeing me, I could hear it in her voice on the phone. I have never been out of the country before. They moved when I was three. My parents only had enough money for one of us, and what could a five year old do to get money? My parents made me get the money on my own, but all the work was worth seeing my grandmamma again.


I went to a life guarding class during school, and got the job earlier that summer. Four times a week I went down to the swimming pool and sat there for hours, watching kids have fun, but mostly I was daydreaming about England, and seeing grandmamma, and grandpapa. I was thirteen now. Instead of going to summer camps and sleepovers with my friends, I worked with my mom and dad. I had to clean the floors for my dad and I had to give change away for my mom. I finally got enough money for everything, the plane ticket, and money to spend in England.


I was amazed that I was on the plane, finally. Waiting almost all summer for such an adventure. The plane was fixing to take off, and it was almost time to turn off all cell phones. I took out my cell phone my parents bought me, and I got a text message and a picture along with it from my parents. It said: We love you! And the picture was a picture of them giving me kissy faces. I smiled, almost laughed, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t be on this plane if it wasn’t for them.


I was exhausted. I couldn’t sleep at all that night, I was so excited. I fell fast asleep until I got awakened from my five-year-old brother worried, because the plane was shaking. I told him that it wasn’t anything, and told him to sit back down, because he was getting annoying, waking me up for a reason like that. I was about half asleep, and I heard an old voice saying, “wake up! Wake up!” I didn’t know the man. I had my eyes wide open, and I saw everybody putting oxygen masks on. I was wondering what Tyler was doing. I put my oxygen mask on, so confused, wondering what was happening.


I looked behind me, seeing what he was doing. He had his mask on. He was holding a flight attendant’s hand. He was scared of planes, ever since he saw a plane crash on the news. I was fixing to get up and see him, but the mask was connected to the place I was sitting, and that was it. The plane was going down, I heard my brother screaming, I started sobbing too, knowing I was in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, with a best friend, that can’t swim.























Part II








The plane was down. I heard my brother calling my name out, “Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!” His voice was fading every time he spoke. I only heard screaming from him, until there were only sounds of crashing waves. I swam as fast as possible and got into a safety raft, nobody was in it. The waves were going east, and I was swimming west. I have no clue how the raft got there, but I didn’t care then. I was just wondering if this was a horrible nightmare, or if it was real.


I was on my stomach, it was pitch-black outside. I was thinking about Tyler. He was only five. Only five years old. I knew he drowned, he can’t swim. I was going east now. I was sobbing, thinking of grandmamma, grandpapa, mom, dad, and Tyler, mostly Tyler. He was my best friend, and brother. I only thought of his face, his button-nose, his chubby cheeks, and short, dark brown hair.


I lost my hair band from the wind. My long black hair was in my face. I trying so hard to fall asleep, but I was sea sick, and water was splashing on my back. The raft was about three feet wide, and about five feet long. My feet were hanging off the edge, because I was about five inches longer than the size of the raft. It was a bus-like yellow, and had nothing in it, at all. It was about six AM, well I guessed. The sun was rising, and I have never seen anything so beautiful.


The water was calm. No crashing or tough waves, nothing that could make me feel nauseated. I was in peace, actually. I wasn’t in any pain, but Tyler’s face just wouldn’t get out of my mind. I fell asleep, and woke up at about noon, (I guessed), I woke up from a bumping noise. I lifted myself up, and expected more water surrounded by me, but no. I woke up to a sandy island. I gawked. This was not happening to me. It was a plain island, nothing special, really. I was still gawking. I heard a voice, it sounded so familiar.














Part III





I passed out when I turned around and saw who the person was. I woke up, and it seemed like minutes. I got waken up by my brother, over my face. He was pale, seemed like he hasn’t slept in days, and his clothes were torn, and ripped up. I didn’t really care what he looked like, I just amazed seeing his button nose again, and seeing him again. I couldn’t talk, he seemed to not talk either, and I finally said, “I thought you were dead.”


And he replied, very quietly, “You too.”


He found some berry bushes by the shore, they tasted like raspberries, and I thought they were delicious. He hasn’t found any fresh water yet, but we can find it together. I was wondering what Grandmamma and Grandpapa were doing right now. I didn’t say much to Tyler, because I didn’t know if this was real, or a nightmare. It was so amazing that I could see my brother again, but we are stranded on a deserted island, or I supposed.


That night, we went to bed early, my stomach was full from the berry-dinner, but I was in desperate need of water, fresh water, any water, all I really wanted at the moment was a bottle of water, and my nice, warm bed. I slept on the sand, but woke up from rain; I got under a palm tree. Tyler didn’t wake up, I didn’t really want to wake him up; he looked exhausted that day I found him on the island. He seemed to be in shock; wondering what was going on.


It was day two of being on the island, and I woke up, still on the island. My brother was coughing, and kept on coughing all day. I remembered, he was in the rain all night, and that worried me. I knew I was worrying about almost every little thing; everybody coughs, I was just being a freak-out.


The coughing was not getting any better, and I was getting worried, a little more that usual. I checked his forehead, and it was steaming hot.


He was sleeping all day, and I was wondering if he was going to die or stay alive, and get better. There was no medicine on the island, nothing. I lost him, wondering if he was still alive first, and now he is ill, and I wonder if he is going to die. He probably had a cold, or the flu, which can make you really sick, without any medicine.


PART IIII


Airport-London, England





“Where in the world could they be?” My Grandmamma asked anxiously.


“I don’t know, Christy, now stop worrying, it has only been a day after the flight, no worries.”


“No worries?! Do you care about Lucy and Tyler? They are my grandchildren, and I have no clue where they are!”


My grandmamma was always a little bit of a freak-out, while my grandpapa was very chill, and had no worries. Grandmamma always freaked out for silly reasons, like

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put the rest of the wordz in additional detailz....i wanna finish it!!! itz spectacular so far, but the start iz just a tad boring ...please take this as creative criticism, i'm only trying to help you!!





post the rest of it up soon..
Reply:Looooong.... :)
Reply:yes
Reply:Very good, pretty thought provoving! Here's a star!
Reply:i ENJOYED IT, some parts a bit sketchy, but kept me interested hope you post the rest of your story want to know what happens:) Good Luck!!
Reply:It is to long to read,but it is probably good
Reply:I love your story.





great details and stuff. You should really keep going, its probably hard to stay on task and focused though i bet. Well just remember at least someone liked it.
Reply:Wow next time can i just watch the movie,,,,its good,, A star for you
Reply:I didn't read it but I think it might be good!:)
Reply:hey, I like first two parts but the third is kinda confusing.. so you were still dreaming???





or the plane was late and your grandma was worrying about you???





anyways, I think you should be a writer :]





I really like the way you put the first 2 parts :]
Reply:awesome! please finish it :) I wanna know how it ends :D If you cant, just email me please :)





You def should make a movie out of that story :)


You also def should be a writer :D