Chapter 2:

CHAPTER 2

This is where I come in.

Last night our plane crashed, and i was thrown into a life raft with a boy a bit older than me, whose name was Ralph. My parents were at home that fateful night, I was going to London, where my grandparents lived, by myself. I was really excited about that, but I had a terrible gut feeling about something bad that was going to happen. Ralph was petrified for the first few hours on the life raft, so I was left to worry for myself about if we were going to die, or if we were going to live, and where and when would we be saved.

Ralph eventually came to his senses and told me his name, and that he came from London, and he was 14 years old and things like that. It was nerve-wracking and I was only pessismistic, never once hoping anyone would ever come rescue us. About 5 or 6 hours into the flight, both of us were at the toilets at the back of the plane, when suddenly the PA came on saying we needed to do an emergency evacuation (meaning they threw kids onto life rafts and sent them out to sea) from the plane.

And that where Ralph and I are now.

We woke up around dawn (daybreak) and saw a large patch of land ahead! "LAND AHOY!!!" I yelled! Ralph and I literally got up and danced around the floating thing! We were over-joyed! For all we knew, this could just be Malaysia or Indonesia or WHEREVER and we'd be saved! But of course; with the bad luck doomed upon us, we landed on the island of Chickawulu. Yeah, that's right- it's an uncharted island.

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"OH MY FREAKING DOGGONE BRAIN!" I yelled on the top of my lungs "IT'S LAND! AN ISLAND! IT'S SINGAPORE FOR SURE! NO MALAYSIA! NO-LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE'RE GOING TO BE SAVED!!!"

Ralph beamed at me and the island as we drifted ashore.

The smile on my face quickly faded as I realised the island would be too small even to fit a large town.

"It's ok Miera, let's see if theres any civilization here" said Ralph comfortingly "And let's hope they aren't cannibal- er... no-nothing"

My eyes opened; CANNIBALS! EEEEK!

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There was a loud scream to the side of us and as I turned, I saw a tanned young girl with jet black hair, about my age as well, run away through the trees and toward the forest. Ralph didn't even tell me, but he decided to follow quite swiftly and quietly to where the girl was heading. "Ra-Oi! Wait up!" I called after Ralph as he shot back an annoyed 'Shut Up' glare. I sprinted after them and as we follow her, I will tell you a bit about myself and Ralph.

I am 13 years old. My name is Miera Coxley and I come from Melbourne, in Australia. I don't like being conformist and following trends etc. I start my own. I only have a few friends but that's ok with me (will I ever see them after this?) and I have a passion for pottery. I'm not the best at it, but it's really very fun, and I love doing it with my spare time (if I ever have anymore). Ralph is 14 this year in October, and he is British. He's very quiet, as I have learned and he goes to a posh preparatory school in Buckinghamshire. That's all I've figured out so far, and we're nearing a small hut in the forest so I better stop.

The girl hurried into the hut and slammed the wooden door loud and shut, so we coudn't hear or see anything that was going on inside it.

"Oh darn." I sighed flopping to the floor behind a boulder and turning to look at Ralph. "*Yawn* Miera, do you mind if I take a nap?" he asked sleepily "I *Yawn* don't remeber sleeping much last night"

"Sure, do whatever" I replied, not really listening. There was a strange old man slowly opening the door. I felt for Ralph's hand and shook it hard. "Ralph!" I whispered "Ralph... you'd better wake up... something creepy is happening! This old person is walking toward us" I felt a squeeze from Ralph saying he acknowledged what I said and was looking too.

"Greetings." said the man with the long beard.