Eleanor screams in the distance. She is standing on the beach, eyes wide open
gaping at the disaster before her. Cody, Bailey S., Nicole, and Devin
stumble out of the forest their clothes burned and pulled at by the trees. The
sound of a small explosion booms from the plane, the engines still roaring back
to life every minute or so. Madison, John, and Sienna are already standing
behind me. John is running in circles panicking sputtering a million words a
minute at 100% volume. Smoke is billowing up from the forest, meaning the trees
have caught fire. The obvious doubt in everyone’s face says that everybody
probably didn’t make it. But just as the last engine explodes sending the fires
reaching up towards the night sky, the rest of our class trudges out of the
trees. Bailey L., Emelia, Alex, Sophie, AC, Jacob, and Harper, all
carrying or dragging each other to the safety of the beach. They gather
together in a chaotic cluster by the waves.
“What are we gonna
do?” shrieked several people in desperate voices.
Sienna says with a grave voice, “Did you see anyone else?
Are we the only ones?”
Out of breath, Jacob and Baily are only able to nod their
heads.
John stops his screaming long enough to say, “How is it
possible that everyone on the plane died, except for our English class?”