Chapter 1: The plane crash
I stared out the window of the plane I was riding..An endless wave of trees and mountains. 10 people were on this plane. I was the youngest.15 to be in fact.. I was on this STUPID plane going to visit Canada. If it wasn't for Tom. That old hag,step-father. He is now on a cruise going to some paradise along with my mom. My mind filled with anger. I got up and walked to the bathroom. Locked the door and stared at myself. I clenched my fists and punched the table. A roar from the back of the plane rumbled and rumbled. ''ATTENTION,ATTENTION OUR PLANE IS HAVING DIFFICULTIES'',screamed the pilot. A short buzz interrupted his message. The plane switched from left to right and I was left in the bathroom tumbling around. I heard yelling and screaming. The plane it the ground and I jolted back to the mirror of the bathroom. Everything was blurry..My heart was racing..The room..Became a dark shadow.
I woke up with glass around me. My heart had stopped beating fast. I carefully got up and slid the door open. The plane was trashed. Everyone was on the floor. Breathing heavily. I looked out the window and saw that I was in a forest,filled with lakes and animals. The forest was fullfilled with pines and spruce.Along with tiny bushes. I walked over to the window on the right. Rocks were stacked up on each other..If it wasn't for the pilot drifting to the left,the whole plane would of crashed and smashed. The survival kit was spread around the floor. In the far back was a pocket knife. The back of the plane was sadly missing,which meant that all the food that was supposed to be served is now somewhere in this forest.. I went out from the back of the plane into the wilderness..Across the landscape was a tiny cave only fit for 1 person. I zoomed into the forest dodging branches and twigs.
Growls came from all directions. Orange eyes sprouted all around.. **** these wolves can tear me limb for limb,I thought to myself. I took the pocket knife and switched to the TINY knife.. A wolf darted at me but I was quick and started to climb the tree. I aimed the pocket knife at the paw of a wolf. With one eye open and one closed I chucked it and hit the wolf. The wolves backed down.