short story. You like it? I made it for english?
Feb 08, 2010 by Albus Dumbledore | Posted in Books & Authors
Audrey Smith
The Story of Survival
My name is Audrey Smith and I was 15 when I almost died in the most tragic jet crash, the thing is that I was all alone, my pilot dead, and not many supplies. 15 is a young age to have a private Jet, but I was raised in a wealthy family and I was coming home from a trip. Germany was where I was for 2 months, I was learning their language and culture, but now it was time to return home. My parents didn’t want me to take a airplane because it’s to “stuffy”, so I got to take my private jet to Germany and back to Jamaica where I live with my Mum and Dad, I also have a younger brother and sister, but they aren’t as important as my parents. My loyal pilot’s name was Nicholas Thomas; and he was trained at Choxique Plane Academy, the world’s best plane school. He has been working for us for as long as I can remember, he was one of my best friends. My gorgeous jet was a Bator 4895, one of the fastest jets that ever flew the blue skies! It was slick black, and went really fast. Enough with my jet and back to my story, It was a warm summer night, July 24, at 7:15, we were thousands of feet up in the air when the most tragic thing happened.
I slowly opened my eyes when I noticed what woke me, my bag fell on top of my head from the above compartment. Today was the day I was being as slow as a snail but caught up speed that we were falling with mighty speed to the earth. Quickly I undid my seatbelt and tried to hold onto anything so I wouldn’t fall, and clumsily got to the pilot’s cabin, opened it and screamed. Nicholas was dead! His head was on the steering wheel. I shook him, while crying, trying to wake him up, but I knew that he was dead but I kept trying. As fast as I could go I grabbed the steering wheel and pulled up, but it was jammed, so I tugged and tugged but it wouldn’t come bulge. I’m going to die I told myself even the engines where destroyed and on fire. Slowly the thought of hope was being sucked away from my brain. From behind some bag fell on top of my head and I fell unconscious.
I woke up in conscious and realized what happened and saw where I was and screamed, but I didn’t hear anything because just before I screamed a hand covered my mouth. I tried to fight to get away but the persons arms where around me like a straight jacked on a mad man. There’s no escape. The unknown person whispered in my ear, “Audrey Smith, it’s ok, you’re safe with me.” After that he took his hand off my mouth and lightened his grip on me. Hoarsely and quietly I spoke,” Where am I? Who are you?” He answered back at me, “You are in the Jungles of Chad, and I am Isaiah, the son of the Chief.” I was not processing what he said. “How…How… am… I…. alive?” I stammered to him. Isaiah wiped a tear that was streaming down my right cheek and softly said, “Luckily, you’re your jet crashed in a tree and not the ground, and my dad saw what happened and captured you and came back here but I convinced him not to hurt you and that I was going to take care of you, which I will. But the other person in the plane was dead so I buried him….” I was speechless, an Indian boy who lived in a savage village wanted to keep a young white girl safe? Wow, I thought. I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was a gorgeous boy around my age who saved my life; he saw that I was looking at him and he smiled. “Thank you.” Was all I said to him? We were in silence for a few minutes when I noticed he was playing with my hair and I said, “Where exactly is Chad? And how do you know English so well?” He laughed quietly because I was struggling to get out of his grip but I quickly realized I couldn’t so I became limp and he answered, “Chad is in Africa, all jungle, and we are in the smack middle. Also I grew up speaking English.” “Oh.” Was all I replied? “What’s wrong?” I looked at him and he nodded. “Oh, sorry.” He undid his grip and pulled me on his lap on the bed. I asked him, “So where are we right now?” I was looking around and all I saw was animal skin and a small bed which we were sitting on. “This is my room and right now we are sitting on my bed.” “Oh ok. So we are in a tent or something.” “I guess that’s what you would call it in your perspective.
“Why did you father want to hurt me?” Isaiah quickly grew sad. “Because you where white and white people took my mother when I was young and we never saw her again. He wanted revenge.” “Oh, I am so sorry.” Tears were swelling up in my eyes. “It’s ok, it wasn’t your fault.” I was crying like crazy now. He comforted me and stroked my cheek. I blushed. He laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh I heard from him earlier but a laugh to cover up his sadness. It was awkward now. “What do I do now since your dad, who is also the chief, hates me?” “You stay by my side and do what I do and I will teach you to become one of us so you can survive.” “Ok, that won’t be too hard.” I was completely wrong. I, never in my life, shot an animal with an arrow and skinned it and cook
aaron: yeah i know. i will change them later
victoria:thanks
thanks everbody. i did this till like 11 at night. i got the idea while i was taking a shower. haha
It's a cute little story, the beginning greatly resembles that of The Lovely Bones, however. And you do know that quotes should be seperated by a line?
Example:
Tears were swelling up in my eyes.
“It’s ok, it wasn’t your fault.”
I was crying like crazy now. He comforted me and stroked my cheek. I blushed. He laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh I heard from him earlier but a laugh to cover up his sadness. It was awkward now.
“What do I do now since your dad, who is also the chief, hates me?”
“You stay by my side and do what I do and I will teach you to become one of us so you can survive.”
“Ok, that won’t be too hard.” I was completely wrong.
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