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{RP}: The Island

"Could these people go any slower?!" I say sarcastically
 
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I feel some off my hair had fallen out its bunches, so start to tie it back up again. I pat down the dust off my posh school uniform, but the jacket and skirt was torn and ripped. Not my best look.
 
"I know, right?" I blow into the shell again. The powerful sound was beginning to hurt my ears...

- - - Post Merge - - -

I walk up the hill, to where the noise was coming from, and see a few others there. "Hi!"

"Hello." I respond, slightly alienated. "Um... were there any others with you?"
 
I noticed that the plane started to leak even more and more...until I realized that there was a small fire created by broken electric wires. "Um...guys...the plane is going to catch fire..."
 
"Uhh, do you need some help?" Junior glanced at her leg again. "Looks like you're hurt"

Yaffa can barely hear him over all these people yelling for help. They need to either get up and look for others or stay where they are and die- all that noise was getting very irritating.

She then glanced at her leg. Around the knee it was purple and puffy. "Dislocated. I popped it back into place, so besides some swelling, it should be okay." Suddenly she heard a loud sound from over at the hill. "The hell was that?"
 
I whimper as I attempt to stand. My foot stung, and my head throbbed. Quietly, I roll onto my stomach, and push up onto my knees, then I begin to crawl.
 
"I know, right?" I blow into the shell again. The powerful sound was beginning to hurt my ears...

- - - Post Merge - - -



"Hello." I respond, slightly alienated. "Um... were there any others with you?"

"Lets go check it out" I say. "By the way, I'm Junior. What's your name?"
 
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"STOP WITH THAT RACKET!" I shout, covering my ears childishly. I then notice the flames. "Get away from the plane!" I shout towards the others near it as I had already limped off earlier.
 
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A sound rings out in the distance, and I have to massage my temples to keep from throwing a fit. My head hurt, my ankle was messed up, my plane had just crashed, and I was alone. People scream a little bit away, so yelling probably wouldn't attract their attention.
 
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