Boom! The Plane's Wing Was on Fire

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It was a quiet night in the Carribean while a plane was traveling across the Atlantic Ocean transporting a group of young students from a dangerous situation involving war. Then, all of a sudden, Boom! One of the plane’s wing was on fire. Everyone on the plane was screaming for their lives. The plane’s wing was deteriorating constantly while the pilot was reminding everyone to stay calm and prepare for emergency landing. At the time people where saying their last prayers. The ground was approaching them at an incredible speed. People where screaming at the top of their lungs. After increasing its speed even more to a fiery piecing of flying metal, the plane crashed into a cottonball-shaped tree on the edge of a cliff. It caught them as if it was a catcher catching a baseball thrown from a pitcher in a soft, leathery mitt. However, even the soft tree could not completely absorb the impact of the plane. I woke up the next day in the plane to find blood here and there and a enormous hole in the back of the plane; dividing it into to two. Everyone on that half of the plane had flew to the front on contact except Lance. He was no where to be found. Kevin, however, had seemed to have lost all of his clothes on impact. He used a hoody to cover his nudity to any awaking passengers. The island seemed to look as if it was a postcard from Hawaii. It had to what seemed to be dormant volcano centered on the island. Palm trees where scattered amongst the beach. As more and more people where beginning to awake (some thinking they have died and gone to heaven), they (along with me) began to notice several things. The first was the magnificent beautiful red and violet colored flowers. Second was the reality of being stuck on a island. The... ... middle of paper ... ...discussing all of the possible ways to escape the island and get rid of the tiger. “First, I think we should try to use that radio to contact people back home.” I tell everyone. “But what if no one even cares about us? They are in a cruel bloody war as we speak.” Alison says depressing everyone and shrinking our thoughts of a possible rescue. “Someone will surely be aware of our plane”. Kevin says assuring that we will be rescued. While everyone continues to talk in the plane, I walk to the cockpit and fiddle with the radio. It took me a good 15 minutes to figure out what all the buttons do. While I was switching through the channels, I never found one that anyone was using to communicate. Then, Kevin walks in. “Just try and talk on each station, maybe someone will hear you. I do just as he says. I say the name of our plane and that we are Americans..

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