It was a quiet night in the Caribbean as a plane crossed the Atlantic Ocean carrying a group of young students from a dangerous situation involving war . And then all of a sudden, Boom! One wing of the plane was on fire. Everyone on the plane was screaming for their lives. The plane's wing was constantly deteriorating as the pilot reminded everyone to stay calm and prepare for an emergency landing. At that time, people said their last prayers. The ground was approaching them at incredible speed. People were screaming at the top of their lungs. After increasing its speed even further until it became a flaming piece of flying metal, the plane crashed into a cotton ball-shaped tree on the edge of a cliff. He caught them as if they were a catcher catching a baseball thrown by a pitcher in a soft, tough glove. However, even the soft tree could not completely absorb the impact of the plane. I woke up the next day on the plane to find blood here and there and a huge hole in the back of the plane; by dividing it in two. Everyone in that half of the plane had flown forward at the contact, except Lance. He was nowhere to be found. Kevin, however, appeared to have lost all of his clothes upon impact. He used a hoodie to hide his nudity from the waking passengers. The island looked like a postcard from Hawaii. It was what appeared to be a dormant volcano centered on the island. Palm trees were scattered across the beach. As more and more people began to wake up (some thinking they had died and gone to heaven), they (along with me) began to notice several things. The first was the beautiful red and purple flowers. Second, there was the reality of being stuck on an island. The... middle of paper ... discussing every possible way to escape the island and get rid of the tiger. “First of all, I think we should try to use this radio to contact people back home. .” I tell everyone. “What if no one cared about us? They are engaged in a cruel and bloody war as we speak. Alison says it depresses everyone and reduces our thoughts about a possible rescue. “Surely someone will know about our plane.” Kevin says assuring that we will be rescued. While everyone else continues talking on the plane, I head to the cockpit and play with the radio. It took me a good 15 minutes to figure out what all the buttons are for. As I flipped through channels, I never found one that anyone was using to communicate. Then Kevin enters. “Just try talking on every station, maybe someone will hear you.” I do exactly what he says. I say the name of our plane and that we are American..