The Island

Dear Microsoft Word,


I don't know who I'm kidding, it's obvious I'm going to die here. No one's going to find this. My battery's going to die out soon, and I'll be lost forever. But I've got time, possibly a whole life of it, to kill - so here...
Me and Zoe were so hapz, there was gonna be sun, sea and gorgeous Ecuadorian boys. Yum! We were already dreaming up about their tans, slicked black hair and enchanting ways. Truth was, we didn't have a clue what they looked like.
"Maybe they're gonna look a bit like Ronaldo...?" Zoe yawned, pushing her long, light brown hair off her sweaty forhead.
"Hope so," Iona grinned, pulling a bit of guava out of her braces with her tongue. "If they're anything as nice as the fruit, then we're in luck!" We all laughed, and continued to feast on the exotic, colourful fruits in the bowl. Sweet liquid dribbled down my chin, and I lapped it up. Petals, seeds and pips were being flicked and thrown around so much it looked like a little rainbow in the gangway. Out of all of the countries we'd been to in the last term, everyone was sure that the final trip to Ecuador would be the best.
A trip to remember...
But for all the wrong reasons.
A poisionous spider had slipped into a bunch of bananas the pilots had devoured before the flight, and four hours later - at that current moment - the effects were beginning to take place. Their lips had began to swell; their eyes had turned glassy, and were rolling around and they had uncontrollable body tempratures, one second deadly cold, the next fry-an-egg hot. The useless air hostess's had skittered around the aircraft in their high heels, getting out the first aid kit.
Sorry love, I don't think anticeptic wipes will help a poisioned man.

The plane had began to jolt, and within seconds, we were hurtling uncontrollably into the depths of the water below. Me, Zoe and Iona clung to eachother, tears cascading down our faces - if we didn't drown in the sea, we'd drown in these tears...