I watched as the deep mysterious ocean devoured my plane. The frightful cries for help and the boom of the explosion echoed in my ears as I quivered with fear. I am not even sure what really happened, I remember, my stomach jerked as the plane took a drastic turn. There was a jumble of boys in their uniforms, all of us screamed and I held on tight pretending it was only a dream, but I never woke up. The plane crashed into the water and we stumbled onto the lagoon. There were only a few of us, I figured the others washed up somewhere else, or... I didn't even want to think of it. Suddenly, we heard a deep boom, like a trumpet. At first I was frightened, but the other boys thought we should follow the sound, so I joined. We clambered over the many rocks and mountains, following the loud clamor. Until we finally came across two other boys. One of them was blowing what looked to be a very large shell. The other was running towards us. His skin was ghostly pallor, and he was a bit plump. "Hello," he said between pants, "What are your names?" I started to answer but the other boy blew the grating shell again. More and more boys in different uniforms began to gather around the boy with the shell. The last boys to come were dressed in long black cloaks, I speculated how hot they must be, they were all following one vainly boy, as they decorously marched forth. The strident shell made one more deep boom.
The shell blower gasped, "Everyone quiet!"He exclaimed, "If were going to make it on this island we need to have a leader. So, I'll be it." I suddenly realized the situation we were in. There were no adults. How were we going to survive?
I was shook from my day dream as the leader of the decorous boys indigently spoke up, "I should be the leader," he said.
The fat boy interposed, "What about a vote?" He said frightened.
"A vote it is." Shell boy replied. "All in favor of me, raise your hand." Everyone around me raised there hands, i followed. Partly because I didn't want to be the only one who didn't, but also because I didn't want to turn into one of the boys in the cloaks.
The shell blower gasped, "Everyone quiet!"He exclaimed, "If were going to make it on this island we need to have a leader. So, I'll be it." I suddenly realized the situation we were in. There were no adults. How were we going to survive?
I was shook from my day dream as the leader of the decorous boys indigently spoke up, "I should be the leader," he said.
The fat boy interposed, "What about a vote?" He said frightened.
"A vote it is." Shell boy replied. "All in favor of me, raise your hand." Everyone around me raised there hands, i followed. Partly because I didn't want to be the only one who didn't, but also because I didn't want to turn into one of the boys in the cloaks.
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