[Day 2] Dear journal,

Yesterday we crashed here, it was horrible, and I can still smell the smoke and feel the heat of the burning plane. I did not sleep last night, the storm raged all around us, as we huddled together to stay warm and dry under the cover of the looming coconut trees. We don’t know where we are, as we scavenged and explored the island yesterday, we found that we were stranded on an island of a sort, or two islands with shallow seawater separating them. We haven’t explored the other island yet, but I think we should get a home base prepared first. I watched as the strong winds of the storm delivered a part of the broken plane to the island. I intend to use this for our basic shelter. I know that the other survivors would like to pick a leader, but I think it should be a council and we shouldn’t have a certain leader since we do not know each other too well. I also saved our scavenged supplies from blowing away in the storm last night. Since I got no sleep, I had time to think and reflect on what had happened the past day. I remember in small windows of time, what had happened during the crash. When the plane first started to tilt, I heard the captain’s voice on the announcement system telling us to pull down our masks and wear our seatbelts. The plane was going for a belly landing on the sea. We were to slide off the plane using the lifejackets. Suddenly, I heard the horrifying cringing and crunching sounds of metal sheets and quickly took a look at the people beside me, before curling up into a ball and protecting as much of myself as possible. I had no idea of what was going on, and almost immediately, I felt weightless as I guessed the plane was probably falling down again and awaited the impact. That was when I guess I temporarily lost consciousness. When I woke up, I felt a cold breeze on my wet skin, while also feeling a burning hot near where I was. I looked around and let my eyes adjust to the blazing sun, I found a few people wading towards land. I looked behind me and found that I was standing in a part of the broken and burning fuselage, which was stuck on some rocks a few metres away from shore. I waded across and took account of the four people with dreary and lifeless eyes who had waded ashore too. There were two girls and three guys including me. We did not speak to each other, but soon started to think about survival. We started moving around, exploring and scavenging the useable items from the wreckage. That is all I remember about how we got here.

Anagh [476]