Chrissa Ann Lincoln's Story

Matt wandered into the airport, looking around casually. He'd already hugged his mom goodbye and given his brother and dad a firm handshake. Nothing emotional, no 'I'll Miss You's. That wasn't what Matt's family did, after all. They were farmers and farmers didn't have time to get all sappy. Work was where their heads were at even as he jumped out of the beat up old truck. Well, Matt wouldn't have to worry about work for another eight days. That was... Well, it sounded perfectly fine to Matt. He wasn't one to overstate things and in fact tended to understate them instead.

For now, the brunette boy was simply intent on finding where they were supposed to be meeting. He'd gotten pretty mixed up what with all the voices and the intercom shouting out numbers. So thoroughly mixed up, in fact, that he had to stop one of the passing employees and ask them if they knew where West Kings High School was meeting. Luckily they'd seen the sign and were able to point him in the right direction. Matt set off in that direction, his quite new suitcase trundling behind him. His family weren't one for traveling, so they hadn't had any actual suitcases before today. Matt had used the money from his job to go out and buy one just for this occasion. As far as he could see, it was pretty much worth it. It wasn't long before Matt spotted the sign and the singular girl sitting in the seats indicated. He slid into the seat next to her and gently placed his suitcase on the ground before turning to her. She seemed familiar... Chrissa, that was her name! They weren't exactly close friends but they'd exchanged words a couple times.

"Looks like we're the first ones here. A bit too excited, the both of us," Matt joked calmly, sending her a wide, friendly grin as he settled back in his seat.

"So little sis any last words before you vanish into the Bermuda triangle never to be seen again?" asked Roy, ever since he had got his driving license he suddenly decided he had the right to start patronizing Lisa as if she was a 8th grader and this really ticked her off.

Lisa had prepared for this trip for the passed three days; apart from her traveling bag Lisa also had a new suitcase for the rest of her stuff. Lisa had taken the hard learned precaution of rapping anything water could damage tightly into water tight bags after a few open water bottles and being pushed into the river by her brother's type disasters. Lisa had said goodbye to mom and dad yesterday evening during dinner but only Roy could accompany her to the airport.

As Lisa walked into the airport Roy gave a slight punch to her shoulder, he might be a pain but he was still her brother and even with all the teasing Lisa still loved him. Among her brothers punching was the only method of really expressing an emotion, a light punch was done in affection, as teasing or even a warning; each had its own special meaning.

"Hay sis relax! Enjoy yourself ok? You are going to a tropical paradise and not to the grave ya know."

Lisa returned the punch, slightly stronger as she and her brothers had done since they were kids. "Well that’s not what you said a few moments ago Ro"

Roy laughed "ok then suit yourself, you are going to a tropical grave, happy now?"

"Oh yea I can hardly contain the tears in my eyes" remarked Lisa, Roy could never say goodbye outright but at least he knew how to cheer her up.

As they parted ways Roy could not help but get the last word "guess what bet we have on you this time!" he said while tossing towards her a large envelope. Lisa picked it up and put it in the traveling bag; she wasn't in the mood for her brothers' nonsense at the moment and there was plenty of time to have a look at it later.

Lisa didn't have too much of a hard time in the security check but looking for the meeting place did take longer then she had expected.

Eventually Lisa noticed Matt and then the rest of the group, it didn't make Lisa walk any faster but she did wave as she approached the group.

Lisa could not help but smile, she was exited and there was no point in hiding it. As she sat down on the bench Lisa said to no one in particular "ho there, what's up in groove town?"


No one had the time to answer before some one rushed ahead from no were and shouted "check point"

Lisa turned to look at the source of the voice, if she wasn't so quick on her nerves she would have gasped at this "surprise attack" but even so she could not conceal her irritation.

It was Connor, not surprisingly and all Lisa could do was close her eyes in embracement when dozens of other passengers gazed at their group.

Connor was really and artist if you considered ticking Lisa off an art as some did, not only had he forgotten his luggage he also had the cheek to make suave passes at Lisa and the other girls.

Lisa could not contain herself she got up from the bench and punched Connor lightly… well possibly harder then she had intended but he deserved it.

Lisa wasn't about to waste her time sitting and waiting for the next half an hour or so before the boarding of the plane. Lisa sighed and said to Connor with more then a hint of agrivation in her voice:

"Ok Connor I will help you get your damn stuff if you really need the help, I am guessing a few of us are lost out there so we might as well keep an eye out for them."

Juliet walked through the airport, taking her time, unlike the restless crowd around her. She was carrying a black bag in one hand, and a suitcase trailed along behind. She wore her signature leather jacket, some black skinny jeans with matching black converse, and a black tank top with a white cropped one over it. She noticed a few people looking over at her suspiciously, and rolled her eyes, giving them a middle finger in return. The mother pursed her lips and scooted the children away, as if bad manners were contagious.

She found a snack machine and grinned, digging through some loose change in the bottom of her bag. She slipped it into the slot and watched happily as the Haribos slipedout of the machine. She put them in her bag. She could save them for later. After all, she had just had a chocolate bar and a coke can, she wasn't hungry.

She spotted some of her 'friends' and 'not so friends' sitting down near a sign that read West Kings High. She knew all their names, at least she thought she did. Juliet glanced at her reflection in the snack machine's glass, and satisfied at what she saw, made her way over to the group of High School students.

"Hey," she said, slumping down into a seat beside Chrissa. "Am I late? Everyone seems to be here already.... you know who else is coming?" she asked.

((sorry if the first time I screwed up I was in a hurry and didn't rlly read.) arriving at the airport, Justin hugged his sister tight. And passed her to his aunt. "Promise me you won't be bad. "he said. She gazed up at him with her sweet eyes. "I promise"she gave him a slight smile. For a 14 year old she was more mature than he ever was. He shook his head. "You don't -"she cut justin off "Shut up I know what you mean. Don't become a stuborm bastard like you. "he looked at her. "Kidding! "she said. Jane flipped her hair and poked our aunt. "what sweetie. ". "Justin is Sooooo annoying. "she giggled a bit"I can't wit for you to leave, then i will get your room. ". "hey! "justin shouted playfully. "I'm not dead. "Jane poked him in the ribs. Justin rolled his eyes. "And your calling me annoying. ". Justin watched as some of the people he knew from school enter the airport. He hasn't really talked to them since his mother passed. He sees Kayden And chrissa enter. as it stands he knows Chrissa quite well and likes her a little bit. He knows kayden and he is more of an a mutual friend. Jane takes the phone out of Justin pocket and goes through it. "OH MY GOD! justin! ". He looked over her shoulder and see that Jane is looking at a picture of Chrissa from a week before when they were hanging out at lockers. His face got beat red. "Tell anybody and i will kill you. Understand? "he rips the phone out of her hand and shoves it in his pocket. "My god. You have a crush. Don't worry I won't tell. "she smiles and looked over at Chrissa. Justin hid his smile. But waited for their plane to get called so he could board.Justin hugged hs sister and his aunt and walked away to the area where everybody was supposed to meet. And sat down at a seat near Chrissa. "Hey "he said softly.

Chrissa turned and noticed Justin sitting next to her. She smiled with an obvious blush on her cheeks. She whispered a "hey" back in his direction. Seeing most of the teens there, she looked around for the pilot. A stocky, round man stood not too far away with a large sign that read: "West Kings High". Standing up, Chrissa walked over and introduced herself. She held out and hand and shook the pilot's. She explained that several of the kids were present, but one or so did not arrive yet. The pilot replied and said that they could load the plane now, and an attendant would direct them to the plane when they arrived. Chrissa thanked the pilot and walked back to the group of teens.

"Alright guys. We can load the plane now, and wait for the others." Grabbing her things, she stood up and waited for the others.

Lisa overcame her anger by chewing a number of chewing gums, she knew her brothers meant it as a tease but they should have known better. A few years ago Lisa had hell with them for the drawing and Lisa never forgot it; was it all one big tease for them?

Lisa wanted to be distracted and the storm was just the thing for it, Lisa also saw "Chrissa's nervous reaction to it and Lisa decided to intervene.

"Hay Chrissa, are you all right? Don't worry about it; if the storm is really that bad the pilots will go around it". –Hopefully- Lisa added to herself silently, her brothers who were all aviation freaks always told her once that the majority of aircraft accidents were because of pilot error usually generated out of the tight schedule they were on but Lisa hoped that this wasn't the case.

"It sure is a hell of a storm and this is only the outlining gales of the storm and not actually the storm itself…" Lisa stopped herself; the plane was not changing course and the storm started to rock the plane, why was the plane going deeper into the storm? Lisa could not see much from the window but she could see the lightning growing ever closer and stronger as the minutes ticked by. Lisa had a bad feeling about this and she could not conceal it and was left deathly silent. The journey was taking a wrong turn and Lisa could feel it and this made her afraid. However she still smiled at Chrissa and offered her some chewing gum.
"It's going to be a rocky ride, I personally can't stand that sort of thing and chewing gum really helps with it: want any?"

Lisa turned away; fear was a contagious thing and she didn't want to let it spread. Fear was no problem, it keeps you on your toes but letting fear rule you was the mistake. Lisa began singing a song to calm her down, it was a tune with a calming ring to it and Lisa wanted its light humorous touch right now or at least something familiar that did not change over time.

"I will sing you a song that won't take long; all coppers are bastards. I will sing you another just like the other; all coppers are bastards" ………. A violent shake took Lisa out of the song and returned her fear to her but at least she now her herself under control.

Chrissa smiled at the effort Lisa was making at trying to calm her down. She didn't know Lisa well, but she felt happy at the attempt. Nodding, she accepted the chewing gum. Placing the piece on her tongue, she stuffed the wrapper into her front pocket. Closing her eyes, she thought. It's going to be alright.It's just a little thunder and lighting. Satisfied that she calmed herself down, she relaxed.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck the left wing. Smoke erupted from the gaping hole in the transportation, and a fire was threatening to start. Rain pounded the plane as it flew towards the waves. Something unintelligible was being said through the overhead speaker, but Chrissa paid little attention. Connor seemed to fly out of his seat. The teens were being trashed through the plane.

About to rise, a large metal bar from the interior of the plane hit Chrissa in the temple. Her vision blurred, and she became quickly dizzy. Her fingered fumbled with the belt that bounded her in her seat. Water had filled the plane and her ankles were frozen. She pushed herself up, with support from the arm rests. Her mind was still foggy, and she couldn't see much of her surroundings. Her head felt as if a knife was plunged into her temple. She lifted a hand to the left, and when she pulled away, it was dripping in her blood.

With the water up to her knees, she was desperate to get out. She took a step forward, but was slammed face-first into the water by a large, heavy suitcase slamming against her back, and landing on her legs, pinning her down. Chrissa suddenly felt nauseous, the kind of feeling only received when a bone is broken. This is it. I am going to die here, right now. I will never see my family again. They will never know how I died. They won't even have a body to bury.

Tears streamed down her face. She was completely certain that her death was not far. Her blood still drizzled from her left temple, and her legs were mangled. Her face was halfway in the water. Chrissa had mostly accepted that she was at death's door. Sensing that unconsciousness was near, she feebly grasped at the air before her face fell into the sea, and consciousness slipped between her fingers.

"Hit the deck!" Lisa heard herself shout when she felt a massive force strike the plane, she ducked and used her back as a pillow seeing as she could not find any in reach. The plane was out of control and panic was everywhere but Lisa was too centered in herself and hardly noted anything that happened around here.
"Dear lord, guide us in our hour of peril but if we die please forgive our sins"
Lisa didn't see herself as a religious person but her family was a bit traditional and this seemed like as good as time as any to pray.
Lisa had even hated anything to do with Christianity for a time and wore Thor's hammer in protest but she was afraid and desperate. Lisa opened one of her pockets and took out a crucifix, it didn't matter if god existed or not but the small silver cross gave Lisa comfort. The cross was her grandmother's and Lisa felt that whenever she had it her grandmother was with her and that was all she needed at that moment; some comforting touch.

As Lisa recalled her better memories and her worse ones Lisa found peace but she refused to die, not yet, not here and not like this.
Lisa huddled herself and covered herself as was written in the emergency instructions page, Lisa had a keen eye for such things but it didn't take a genius to copy the action; all it took was a sound head and not to panic.

That final moment felt like forever, the plane struck the ocean and partly disintegrated on impact. Lisa felt herself get hit by debris but the shock shielded her from the pain. For a few seconds Lisa blacked out and then woke up, water was everywhere and people were trying to escape the plane by any means they could come up with. Lisa didn't feel too badly wounded and could just about move all her body. Her backpack wasn't damaged so Lisa removed her seat belt and tied the bag tightly to her. Lisa surveyed her surroundings as she got out of her seat, she quickly noticed Chrissa's desperate situation and rushed to her aid.
There was little time for heroics but Lisa was sure she could get Chrissa out; other people would have to fend for themselves.
Lisa saw that Chrissa's seat belt was stuck but she had no knife, Lisa grabbed a sharp metallic part of the plane and cut the seat belt. It was hard work but Lisa was able to cut it. Lisa dragged Chrissa out of her seat but she could not get her out because of the debris.
Lisa didn't know what to do; desperately Lisa shouted "Matt!…. Justine! , help me out over here! "

Juliet felt her seat shaking under her, and as she glanced out the window, her eyes widened at the storm. She slammed the blind shut, too scared to look out into the rain. She groped around until she found her seatbelt, and slipped it on desperately. She tough she heard a voice over the intercom, but couldn't hear what it said.

There was a flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder, and suddenly a smoking hole gaped at the left side of the plane. She watched in horror as the plane made its decent downwards, towards the ocean below. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. As they descended, Juliet fumbled yet again with her seatbelt, and with a small click, let the seatbelt loose. Her ears popped, and suddenly she was underwater. She poked her head above the surface and let a slight gasp for air, before grabbing her life jacket and zipping it up. She knew better than to 'blow it up' yet though. She had seen an airplane crash reenactment where people had died because they had been stuck in the plane after it landed in the ocean, unable to get out because they were floating to the roof. She grabbed at her handbag, unable to think a proper thought apart from, "This water is freezing!"

She groped around the plane, dodging some panicking students. As she made her way to the hole in the left wing, which at least from this distance looked big enough to climb through, she trippedover someone's luggage, and felt herself tumle to the ground. Her head smacked against something, and she felt some sort of warm liquid on her head. Did someone pee?! she thought, slightly disgusted. She knew she should be panicking, but it hadn't seemed to settle in yet. Much like her banged head, she was numb.

"Matt!…. Justine! , help me out over here! "
Juliet swivelled her head around and saw Lisa desperately trying to save Chrissa. She ignored the two. No one has to know I saw them, she thought. Besides, she called Matt and Justin - not me.

With a quick glance back, Juliet jumped out of the airplane, and into the freezing cold water.

((srry haven't posted i haven't had cable but now I do))
Justin struggled with his seatbelt as the water reached his chest. He Finnaly managed to get the seat belt off, he looked around desperately for anyone else but everybody else was taking out of the plane. Justin plunged into the water and out one of the exits. He swam until he reached the island were the teens were. He layed on his back in the sand and covered his face, He sat next to Connor who was holding Chrissa. "Oh god, Connor is she ok? "he looked up at Connor worried, Justin ripped a piece of sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Connor you have to listen, put this where she is injured and press, no matter how bad she says it hurts it will stop most of the blood flow. "he grabbed Chrissa's hand and squeezed it. "You'll be fine promise. "he gave a faint smile and dropped her hand. Justin stood up. "who else is hurt? "
((sorry if I'm lacking on my posts I have been really busy and taking care of my sister))

Lisa never imagined she would panic like this; she felt so powerless and so useless and she hated that feeling.

Lisa shouted a few more times her panic and fear increasing but no one came.

The plane shock as it began to sink and Lisa was knocked down to the floor, Lisa recovered as the fall was a result of her own Imbalance and not an overwhelming force and at last regained her senses as the reality of her situation became clearer then it had been a few moments previously.

Lisa looked around her and saw that her time was running out, ether she escaped on her own or gambled her own life in a final attempt to get Chrissa out of the decimated seat.

Lisa knew that dragging Chrissa out of the plane alone would result in even greater injury to her if Lisa received no aid in the task however if Lisa did not do so then Chrissa would drown.

Lisa searched for the lifejackets; the crash offered little time to put them on but if Lisa was to get Chrissa out of the plane she would need them. Lisa found only one which was not damaged in their seating area and decided to put it on Chrissa; Lisa knew how to swim and besides if she was going to get Chrissa out of the plane and into the sea she would need something to lighten her task or she would get exhausted and then they would both die anyway.

As she put the lifejacket on Chrissa's unconscious body Lisa took great care not to pull the suits activation string yet; a fully inflated jacket would get ripped to shreds inside the plane so the only option was to activate it at the door way.

Lisa took her bag and hoped most of the items whitin it would survive the sea as she pulled Chrissa away from the seats and attempted to scatter as much of the debris in their path as she could. Lisa saw the doorway and yet it felt as if she was spending an eternity in her attempts to reach the doorway, Lisa pulled the string which inflated the lifejacket and then pushed Chrissa out into the sea. Lisa looked around into the plane but decided to turn her eyes; there would be dead inside and Lisa did not want to see them like this.

Lisa closed her eyes and jumped into the see, for a few moments Lisa drifted under the waves before she emerged. Chrissa was thankfully floating thanks to the lifejacket and Lisa swam towards her with as much speed as she could muster. Lisa was soon able to take hold of Chrissa and slowly swam towards shallow waters. As Lisa breathed in air she badly needed Lisa saw on the horizon what seemed to be land; Lisa began to swim towards still holding Chrissa by the lifejacket and hoped others in the group had the sense to swim to the island themselves.

Pain. A rhythmic thump of her heart struggling to beat filled Chrissa's mind. The beats were weak, the great muscle fighting to pump blood in and out of the veins that circulate through it. Her mind was fuzzy, but filled with pain. Her eyes remained clothed to slits, not daring to open them and face the reality of pain that laid ahead. Still, anything seemed better than what she was going through now.

Slowly opening her eyes, red stained her vision. She was vaguely aware of a gash on the top of her head spilling the metallic liquid into her eyes. Slowly reaching a hand up, she wiped the blood away, only to have it rush down again. Waves crashed against her body, only she wasn't staying still. She was aware that she was being tugged towards shore, but other than that, she was out of it.

As she drifted towards shore, her right leg snagged on a bit of coral, causing shots of pain to erupt through her body. Gasping for air, but having trouble having the oxygen enter her body, her eye lids fluttered shut and drifted to unconsciousness once again.