Lord of the Flies: The Start of Something

The Crash

Chapter One

The airport was filled with boys. Lots of them. So many that I began to think that I had wandered into my living room on Super Bowl Sunday. The only visible difference was that there was a dark haired boy screaming at a group of boys in choir robes, who were crowded around a boy lying on the floor. I don't care what they say, boys have so much more drama than girls.

"Now boarding Flight M0672, all passengers to the gate."

The voice on the intercom crackled and sputtered like it was a phone losing connection. Checking my bags, I felt my stomach grumble. It was just a plane flight to one of the best boarding schools in Britain, there was no reason to be nervous.

Dad says you are more likely to die from goat-related activities than a plane crash. Dad always says things like that; as a college history professor he loves to learn every little fact about everything.

Every morning, after waking up, I would plod downstairs, as only my "morning person" self would do, and listen to Dad say something like, "Hey Bree, did you know that you can't open a pop can without authorization in Wikanzee, Kansas?"

I dug into my pocket for the note that he gave me before my departure.

Hey Bree, did you know that I love you?

My stomach did its weird thing again and I closed my eyes and leaned back into my seat.

"Hey lady, are you gonna get on or not?"

My eyes shot open as I came face-to-face with the dark haired boy from before smirking at me. I scrambled to my feet and brushed myself off.

"I'm fine, thank you though." I tuned up my nose at him and stalked away as he shrugged.

I'm not normally like that, but mind you this was the same guy that was shrieking at his equals four minutes ago. As I boarded the plane, I noticed that there were no adults on the plane, only kids, and I was the only girl.

Suddenly, I had the thought. My dad always calls it the thought, because I am always paranoid that I'm at the wrong place at the wrong time. My mind fills with endless what-ifs. What if this is an all-boys school? What if I'm on the wrong plane? What if I DIE?

"Well, that escalated quickly," said a boy with a pudgy stomach and bottle cap glasses. I covered my mouth. Had I said that out loud?

"Yes, you did." He said.

Dang.

"Is this 3B?" He asked, pointing to the window seat. I nodded, and stood up so he could pass. I literally had to squeeze against my seat so that his butt wouldn't touch me.

When he was settled, he wiped his glasses on his shirt, and sighed.

"Hi, I'm Piggy. Wait, no! Please don't call me that. My name's-" he sputtered, as if he forgot his name.

"Piggy?" I shrieked. How accurate...

His glasses flashed, and I stopped laughing after I saw the awkward expression on his face. "Piggy? Um, what's the matter? I didn't mean-"

"Is this seat 3D?" A soft voice came from behind me and I turned around. A tall, lean boy about my age with brown hair peered down at me. I nodded, and Piggy grunted. He sat down, buckled his seatbelt, and turned to me.

"I'm Ralph."

"Well I'm-" the fat boy started.

"He's Piggy," I finished for him.

His face flushed. "You promised!" He squealed. Oops.

"And what's your name," Ralph inquired.

"Bree. " I stated, matter-of-factly.

"Well, Bree, you promised, an'"

"Now wait minute, I never promised-"

I felt a jolt.

"Its just some turbulence," Piggy whispered, as if to make himself believe that.

I looked at Ralph, his face was surprisingly calm. "Don't worry Bree, I've been on so many planes and-"

Then I felt a series of jolts. Then a dip, a drop, and a scream.

And everything

went

dark.