The Crash

That was probably the scariest thing I have ever had to go through. Everything was quiet and normal. Even though my brother and I will never see our parents again, I was so relieved not to be in the explosion. Then out of nowhere, there were explosions all around us. The plane was shaking up and down, side to side like a roller coaster. I heard a loud BOOM! And looked over to see the left engine blown out and the plane was stalling. Another boom this time on the right side took off the wing, we started going straight down. At that exact moment as the plane tilted towards the ground, my whole life came into picture and I was certain it was the end of it all. I held Eric's hand and we looked at each other. I remember looking into his gleaming blue eyes, worrying for his life and seeing the reflection of the fire coming out of what used to be the wing. As we hit the tree line, the pilot miraculously pulled up on the plane saving most of the passengers, but not himself. What bravery it must take to give your life for people you don't even know. The hull split from the cockpit from hitting a tree and we hit the ground with a humongous thump. As the plane skidded we heard an explosion and everyone started screaming louder. The Skidding came to a halt. Some were lying there, lifeless. Everything in my body ached from being tossed around like a tennis ball. Again, I looked into my brother's eyes. We were alive. I saw the tears form in his eyes. He was like a grenade filled with emotion, just waiting to explode with his tears. As we exited the cabin, I looked back ate what used to be the cockpit in flames and the big gash the plane had created in the foliage. I heard a muted scream, the scream of an animal taking in its last moments, a whimper scream, and the final scream of the burning captain. Eric and I wandered through the forest for about 15 minutes, when we heard the sound of a trumpet. We ran to it as fast as God had let us. When we reached the beach, there was standing a little plump boy and a serious-looking blonde haired one. As the hour went by, many more came and we all decided that we needed a leader. The blonde one won, and he called himself Ralph. The Choir’s leader, Jack, blushed after losing. I felt sympathy for him, but not everyone gets to be the Chief.