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by **sesha** on Thu Jan 10, 2008 10:35 am

Marion Middle School has just been awarded one hundred thousand dollars from an anonymous donor. The only regulation on the money was that it was spent to give the kids a grand spring break. So, the principle decided to send the kids on a cruise to the beautiful Caribbean. Two lucky teachers were chosen as chaperones to make sure that everything went smoothly. The kids were overjoyed and within a week they were on a cruise ship headed out to sea.

Two days of paradise and the cruise was going perfectly. The kids were swimming and getting along better than they ever had before. The chaperones were having the time of their lives. That night a surprise storm blew into the area. The ship was rocked and kids were thrown about their rooms. The rain fell in torrents and the waves crashed into the boat over and over.

In the middle of the storm the ship crashed into some undersea rocks and a hole was torn into the hull. The Captain notified the chaperones and quickly ushered the kids into life boats. The boats were then pushed away from the ship as the Captain and his crew went down with their ship. The life boats were thrown around on the deadly waves. The teachers knew that if they didn’t sight land soon that it would be too late for all of them….

The sun’s rays revealed a deserted island with a long stretch of beach covered with broken boards and students. The life boats had been beaten until they broke apart. The teachers had noticed the island and sent the kids towards the shore. The sandy shore was now lined with bodies, some alive and some dead. Now it was up to the chaperones to survive.

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by **sesha** on Thu Jan 10, 2008 11:19 am

Kayame awoke to the sun hitting her face. She slowly opened her eyes and saw sand stretched out in front of her. She slowly lifted her head up and saw that she wasn't on the cruise ship anymore. She sat up and looked down the beach. There were lots of her friends laying on the beach. She wondered if anyelse had survived. The night before crept back into her memory. The waves, the storm, the rocks, and finally the crash. She then noticed the pieces of wood that was all that remained from the lifeboats that they had used.

She slowly stood up and surveyed herself. She had cuts on her arms and a bump on her head but otherwise she was just fine. She brushed the sand off of her clothes and out of her hair. Her first objective was to see if anyone else had survived. She started off down the beach to find some of her friends, or better yet a chaperone. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" She decided that if someone was alive they would be able to answer her somehow. She listened intently for an answer.

by **ArtFreakAngel** on Thu Jan 10, 2008 3:57 pm

Jacob woke up. He couldn't move his arm very much. It was incredibly sore after the last night's endeavors. He stood up but then fell back down. He tried again with some success. He looked across the beach only one or two people were standing.

He was burning up. His dark clothing didn't help to repel the heat. Jacob started the long trek toward the only people who had made it to their feet. His feet were sore so every step was painful.

by **tigerz-peace** on Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:37 pm

Jane groaned softly. The sun was beating down on her battred body, and she kept reliving last nights events behind her closed lids. Strugglnig to lift her arm off the sand, Jane rubbed her eyes and opened them a crack. The sun rays reflection in the pure white sand stung her eyes and they water as they adjusted slowly. With effort, Jane sat up, sand falling off her back and arms.
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
Jane turned her head to the direction of the voice and scrambled to her feet.
"Kayame, over here!" Jane began to walk owards the girl, relief flooding through her. There were survivors! She could see the bodies litterin the beach, whether alive or dead she could not tell. Past Kayame, she could see someone else, someone who looked alot like Jacob..

by **NewArthur** on Fri Jan 11, 2008 11:28 am

Sam limped down the beach his vision blurred and the sun beating down upon his unprotected skin. His jeans had ripped down the left leg, and his shirt was torn and waterlogged. As he stumbled down the beach his hand reached down to the splinter of wood sticking from his right leg the blood congealed and sandy sticking to his jeans.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

Hearing the voices Sam tried to call out but his throat was sore and his lips chapped, all he could do was stumble down the beach towards the voices.

by **sesha** on Fri Jan 11, 2008 1:33 pm

Kayame looked up at the mention of her name. Down the beach a ways was one of her chaperones. Kayame slowly started heading towards her when she noticed a boy, Jacob, she thought, walking towards her also. She waved to him and started heading his direction instead. Her head hurt from the lump she had and she had sand all over.

She glanced behind her when she thought that she heard a low voice, as if someone was trying to call out to them. She looked over the sea and saw the whitecapped waves crashing on the beach. She didn't know what would become of her friends. She needed to get off this island. Wouldn't her mom miss her? Then she remember that the trip was two weeks long, no one would notice them missing for another eleven days. She sighed and walked over to Jacob. "Hey, are you okay?"

by **ArtFreakAngel** on Fri Jan 11, 2008 11:24 pm

Jacob felt relieved when Kayame finished the distance between them. He didn't think his legs or feet would be able to carry him all the way to her.

When they were finally at a relative distance Kayame spoke up,"Hey, are you okay?"

Jacob Looked at her, his usual bitterness coming back up to the surface,"We were just in a giant crash and stranded on some random beach and you ask if I'm okay. This is why I can't stand little kids, they have no clue."

by **regany** on Sat Jan 12, 2008 3:12 pm

So cold, So wet, So scared. Never in her life had Staicey been that scared as the night... she did not realise which night it was. The cruiseship sank in an instant and her boyfriend drowned, just minutes after her lifeboat was lowered. She did not know what happened to her lifeboat, all she knew is that at some point she was climbing aboard a lifeboat filled with students.

Never in her 25 years had she been more scared.

With the sun now warming her body she slowly regained herself. She was lying half in the water, half on the beach. With a lot of effort she managed to get up. Her tall athletic body was bruised and pale.
All around her were people. Most of them were dead but a bit further down the beach she could see some people standing.

As fast as she could she crumpled to them.

by **tigerz-peace** on Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:14 pm

Jane closed in the small gap between her and the kids. Relief was washing over her in waves that someone was alive, and when she saw Staicy in the distance, she emitted a soft, strangled cry.
"Staicy! Staicy! Oh thank god you’re alive." Her voice carried over to the woman; Jane had never been terribly close to her, but is was a relief to know she wasn't alone in getting help.

,"We were just in a giant crash and stranded on some random beach and you ask if I'm okay. This is why I can't stand little kids, they have no clue."

Jane was close enough to hear Jacob and she stopped, scowling slightly. Turning on him, she spoke; her voice low, slightly menacing and willing obedience from him.
"Now you listen here Jacob Sestince, I don’t care what goes on in that bitter mind of yours but right now you are the little kid, not Kayame. Now you should just be grateful, and that you’re not on your own. Kayame has heart enough to care if your okay and I want you to appreciate that."
Jane was breathing heavily from running in a heat she was unaccustomed to, and she stood taller, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.

by **ArtFreakAngel** on Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:25 pm

Jacob was still glaring and Kayame when Miss Jane turned to him.

"Now you listen here Jacob Sestince, I don’t care what goes on in that bitter mind of yours but right now you are the little kid, not Kayame. Now you should just be grateful, and that you’re not on your own. Kayame has heart enough to care if your okay and I want you to appreciate that."

Jacob lowered his head to look down at the ground. "Sorry Miss Jane. You're right." Jacob turned back to Kayame,"I'm sorry for yelling. Thank you for caring. Yes, I'm alright." The sarcasm in Jacob's voice was horrendous. As Jacob started to walk in the other direction he mumbled,"Stupid kids!"

by **NewArthur** on Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:45 am

Sam moved like it would be his last only the intense pain and adrenaline kept him on his feet, with determination to just reach the people ahead of him, he could feel the darkness coming over him, so with one last effort he tried to call out "HELP!" The word came out in a rasped sort of way as if it was ripped out.

That was his last action the darkness came over him unconsciousness hit him and he fell hitting the ground with a hard thud knocking the large splinter that little bit further into his right leg, with fresh blood beginning to drip down. He lay there the red hot sun beating down on him, hoping someone had heard his call.

by **regany** on Sun Jan 13, 2008 8:34 am

Staicey turned around when she heard somebody calling for help. Just when she turned around she could see a boy fell to the ground. She walked to the boy and dragged him with her to the woman that just called her name.

"Im sorry but, do I know you," she asked Jane when she got to her.

"We have to get the survivors out of the sun. Get them to go under the trees at the edge of the beach. We'll talk later."

With the greatest effort she dragged the unconcious boy with her own beaten body to the trees, hoping Jane would instruct her students to do the same. She would search again when she brought this boy to the shades...

by **tigerz-peace** on Sun Jan 13, 2008 7:53 pm

[Ill be unable to post for a week, just to let yall know]

by **sesha** on Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:03 am

Kayame shrunk back as Jacob yelled at her. She had just wanted to help. She saw Miss Jane and walked over to her. She listened as Miss Jane scolded Jacob and he apologized with sarcasm. She didn't like Jacob very much. She looked at the new lady that Jane had addressed as Staciey. She had never seen her before. She looked pretty beat up. Kayame looked down at her own body and saw the cuts and bruises. Her head ached as well.

Kayame looked up the beach at a noise that she didn't recognize. A boy fell to the sand. Kayame watched as the new lady went and dragged the boy into the shade of the trees and instructed Miss Jane to gather her students as well. Kayame grabbed Miss Jane's hand, "Is he going to be okay?" She tugged on her arm to start going towards the trees.

by **Akishra** on Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:49 pm

Alex pushed her shoulder length black hair out of her dark brown eyes, standing up. At first, she was dissoriented...This was her black shirt, she remembered. Yes, hers. She had tired of the sleeves a long time ago and took them off at the shoulder. She remembered the ache in her fingers as she sewed them to look proffessional.

She looked a bit further down. Black jeans. Yes, they were hers. Nothing wrong there. And she still had her running shoes. And they were still white.

Remembering, she clutched her stomach...And was relieved. Atleast, somewhat relieved. There was still a chance...No, she pushed that thought away. They'd be alright. Luckily, the boy who had done this to her had drowned in the storm, along with the two friends of his who had joined in.

Alex looked behind her, and saw the people all going in a group and into the shade. Knowing she had to get cooler, she followed them, but kept her distance. She wasn't very social.

'Hey, look, it's that Alex kid,' some guys mutterd. 'Yo, I hear she's an orphan, eh?' said another. 'Yeah,' replied the first. 'She's living with some foster family that look nothing like her.' Feeling sad and keeping her head down, Alex sat carefully under a coconut tree, and hoped she and gravity wouldn't share an Isaac Newton moment. Tenting her fingers over her stomach and extending her legs, she closed her eyes, wishing for the memory of this all to fade away.

(OOC: Well, I hope that helped)

by **regany** on Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:23 am

Hours later when she had slept and rested she still saw people lying on the beach. Looking around her she saw people moving in the jungle around her. She drew the icecold conclusion that the ones still lying on the beach must be dead.

"Guys listen up," she started, "we need a fire and a sort of a camp. Can somebody do that?"

She then looked to the oceanline and the beach and back.

"I need some tough ones with me here as well."

The group she was facing was young. Most of them were younger than she was. She knew she had to say something to keep the morale up but she didnt know what and therefore kept silent and waited the response of the people.

by **NewArthur** on Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:08 am

Sam crept in and out of consciousness through out the hours before finally coming around, he rubbed his eyes and looked around in the distance he could see the setting sun dipping below the sea, and red shade glowing across the sky and sea, around him he could see people walking along the beaches picking up wood for fires or searching for loved ones lost during the accident, around him were a few people from his school, he recognised them but couldn't recall there names everything memory had become blurred since the accident.

Slowly but surly he felt the numbing pain return to his right leg, feeling around he found the splinter barely visible through the congealed blood and sand. Ripping a piece of material from the shirt he wore, Sam took hold of the splinter as best he could then straining through the pain he pulled it out, releasing a shout of pain ripping through his sore throat. Fresh blood began dripping out, but taking the strip of material he bound it tightly around his wound stemming the blood flow.

by **Akishra** on Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:14 pm

Alex had helped pick up wood, bending at the knees to do it. Trouble was, her knees were beginning to hurt, but she didn't dare bend at the waist. Eventually, she dropped some wood in the pile, and stumbled against a tree, sitting down and gripping her knees, biting her lip.

It hurt. Not her lip, her knees. Her left one in particular. Looking up, she saw one guy on the beach holding a splinter to his knee. Getting up, she went to the ocean, and cupped some sea water in a rock she'd found with a large dent in it. She went over to the boy, and leaned down, taking a deep breath as she summoned up the courage to speak.

'H-here,' she said. 'This'll help with infection.' She held it out to him, and looked down at the splint. She ripped it off his knee, and began wrapping it again, properly, but pausing to dip sea water onto the wound before she did.

by **ArtFreakAngel** on Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:02 pm

Jacob noticed the small groups of people banding together. He wanted to help, but at the same time, he didn't want to seem like he was caring. He decided that he needed something to wrap his ankle, so if he helped the med group, he wouldn't actually be "helping".

He walked up to a beached tree and sat down. He lifted his leg and layed it down on a branch. When he pulled of his broken shoe and dirty sock to reveal his swollen ankle. It was dark purple and the size of a grapefruit. He rubbed it and tried to ignore the pain.

by **Akishra** on Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:13 pm

(OOC: Ouch...I've sprained my ankle before, and it swelled just like that. Turned out I'd also pulled the head of the ligament. That was two months ago, and it's still healing. Sounds like that's what happened here)

Alex continued to wrap the boy's leg, and noticed another boy had a swollen ankle -- probably sprained. Quickly, she finished wrapping his knee and tied it, then went to the boy with the swollen ankle. Looking down at it, she took out a small, yet wet wad of bandages, and held it up, raising an eyebrow slightly and giving him a "think-I-can-help?" look.

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