Evan+K

The Crash Going to the airport is always tough: you have to say goodbyes to loved ones; that is, if you have loved ones to love. I am sixteen, still a kid in some people’s minds even they choose to think that because of the overwhelming decision to hold on to as many memories as possible.

Family never wants to see you grow because that means they have to let go of their once paste-eating child. Anyways, as I travel to the airport with my folks, I’m excited but scared at the same time, a type of feeling that’s unexplainable, its one of those moments when you have to literally feel it in order to understand. When people take long car rides I don’t understand why they wouldn’t want to listen to music. Especially if you are going somewhere important, you have to put your mind in the right place. I’m a soccer player so when I am going to a game and travelling to their home, their field, I listen to music that I know will keep my mind right. When I don’t have that extra confidence or those butterflies you get from the thrill of a rollercoaster, I don’t know if I could perform as well as expected. Strangely enough, this is what I was thinking about in the car going to the airport.

This and my parents. They have been worrying ever since we left the house. I’m not sure why. I’m only going to cuba with a few classmates for awhile. Two weeks in paradise doesn’t sound that bad to me… I guess saving up and paying for the ticket was worth it.

As I got close to the airport, my heart was pumping. I remember the loud noise of the thumping flowing through my body. I’ve never been on a plane by myself but I had been on them with family members, but I wasn’t technically by myself since I was going with classmates.

As I got there and got ready to go into the airport, my mom and dad both asked me if they could come in, and I said” no thanks.” We got into a small argument. It ended with me doing in by myself after saying goodbyes. I never would of realized that a terrible accident was about to unfold. As I enter my flight waiting area, I see two of my classmates bickering, Faith and Jordan, they’re always going at it. I overheard Jordan tell Faith he wanted the window seat, and Faith was arguing because she wanted it since she gets plane sick. When I first heard her say that I was confused: why would someone want to look outside and see how high they are If you get sick. But then I realized, sometimes in order for someone to feel safe they have to know they’re safe, and maybe that’s why Faith wanted the window seat so bad.

After my spotting of the two window arguers, I saw Ryan sitting there watching them laughing. I went up to him and asked,” Hey, why are you smiling?” He answered saying” How Are they going to last two weeks together? Someone’s going to get shot.” He had a point but I wasn’t too worried about that. I was more worried that us four were the only ones there from our school. So since I’m a wonderer, I went up to the flight attendant and asked her why no one else was there and she answered with a I’m not sure can I help you with anything else. I’m sure she hoped I said no, so I did and her fake smile awakened with her shiny teeth hurting my eyes.

Frustrated, I threw my carry-on bag on the brown colored chair, without noticing a strange man coming up to me from out of no where. I had a weird feeling, an army of chills bombarded through my body. I turned around and smiled, since I didn’t know what else to do. It was more like a I don’t know you I’m scared but I’ll smile, smile, but it worked and that’s what matters. He smiled back and said “ Those kids of yours wont be coming because they all had a strange feeling and dropped out at the absolute last moment possible.”

I wanted to ask so much questions,” How do you know this? Who are you? Why does your breath smell bad?” All those questions haunted me, but no words came out of my mouth except for, “ oh, thank you.”

I decided to sit by myself and hog the back of the plane. When Faith and Jordan found out they could both get window seats, it’s almost like they were waiting for the other to start arguing about something else. Instead they both said,” oh that’s good because we both get window seats.” Ryan was watching them shaking his head repeatedly.

We were all getting ready and then all of then sudden I see the stranger, that I saw before, give McDonalds to a pilot. I thought that was weird but I didn’t say anything, in my mind I felt uneasy but I did realize he could just be doing a nice gesture. When we entered the passageway to the airplane I was so excited to go to Cuba, I love the heat. What really was weird though, was the pilot I saw with the McDonalds was my pillow. People always say to follow your intuition, but I didn’t and now I have to live with knowing I could of got off the plane. It was fun once I cooled myself off and said everything is going to be fine, backs of the planes are truly fun.

As the plane started I got the butterflies and closed my eyes. All of the sudden I woke up…. I must of fall asleep. Everyone was asleep except for the pilot and the flight attendant. The pilot looked hungry so he grabbed his McDonalds and took a bite. He choked, I started to feel uneasy, then he dropped holding his heart, he had a heart attack, my pilot had a heart attack! All I saw was the co-pilot trying to wake the pilot, crying as he did it. Then a big WOOSH…water came in through the front window. I woke up everyone as quick as I could and without saying anything about the crash. Told them to get in the life raft I found at the back of the plane. They all acted like they were in a dream. Once we got into the small raft they realized what had happened. Everyone on the plane had died of impact, but not us. They probably saw the discomfort on my face, I said,” lets get some sleep.” The next day I was awoken by sunrays glowing and radiating on my face, but when I opened my eyes all I could see was one thing. An island filled of life in front of me and I could of sworn I was about to enter Jurassic Park.

__Survival on an Island__ Evan Krilow Nov.8/2010

Sunlight gleaming from the sky ricocheting off the clear water hits each and

everyone of us. If it wasn’t for the heat and the fact that four of us were fitting in a raft

uncomfortably, Jordan and Faith would probably be bickering. At the moment I don’t

think that was on their mind, I know it wasn’t on mine. All I thought about was the fact

we were stranded in open sea and about to cast onto an island.

We were all dehydrated from the sun, and we couldn’t drink any water because if

we did it would be salt water. Salt water isn’t healthy and that not the worse part, you

don’t know how many animals have died in the sea. All of us lost a lot of sweat, and

when dehydration kicks into your immune system ,you start the feel the symptoms. We

all felt dizzy and nocious, maybe that’s why we all looked at each other with our mouths

open waiting for a word to come out, waiting for a response to the situation we were so

amazingly in.

It took me awhile but I noticed something was wrong when I saw rainbows in the

water. For a second I thought I was dreaming, but then Ryan spoke, “ holy, what is that,

those colors are pretty.” Ryan was obviously dazed so I didn’t take his word for it. I

looked clearly at the water then for some reason I felt an urge to put my hand through it.

It was one of those moments where I felt a rush to do it and stupidity ran wild through my

body and who was going to stop me? Not my friends. They were all dazed and confused.

I put my hand in and tried to touch the rainbow of colors, and when I did I felt something

scrap my hand. It took me a second then I screamed like a little girl, who just dropped her

ice cream, I had scrapped my hand on a piece of coral. Our little midget raft was overtop

of a coral reef. It was a good thing that we had a few feet of water in between us and the

coral.

A few minutes after the incident everyone was wide awake, Faith screamed and

said, “ WHAT THE! WHY IS YOUR HAND BLEEDING, IS THAT BLOOD?”, I

thought she was going to have a heart attack. I was about to answer her question when

suddenly I realized something, the water level goes down once we travel inwards.

That means the coral reef was going to penetrate through our raft. My brain turned on

at this point and started working like its supposed to, I told everyone what was going to

happen and everyone was in disbelief. They didn’t believe me, but they did once a piece

of coral ripped open a part of the raft where we were sitting. We only had about 20 feet

left to the creepy island. I didn’t want to die, so I put my hand in the water and paddled as

fast as I could, once my friends all noticed what was happening they did the same.

Luckily enough, the one piece of coral that had penetrated our raft was the longest piece

we had to go over. The water was flowing up into the raft a lot quicker than I had

anticipated, we were about 10 feet away when the raft was completely under water. We

all decided to doggy paddle to the island, but I don’t think we could do anything else.

We had all been so tired and dehydrated that doggy paddle was just something

that you didn’t have to think about, you just did it. The first few steps on the island felt

uneasy and it felt as if I had been walking in a dream. I was thinking about the coral and

how I said,” I don’t want to die”.

The first thing we did was search the Island to see if we could find any resources

that we could use to our advantage. We all separated and then Jordan screamed” lets stay

on the shore, no going into the island yet,” I was just about to go into the jungle when I

heard his loud screech. I turned around and so did Ryan and Faith, off to the shore I went.

I found a fishing net and a message in a bottle, but that’s about it. Ryan found nothing

except for a few coconuts lying on the beach, Faith found a bucket with a tarp wrapped

up in rope inside, and Jordan found a first aid kit(probably from the plain wreckage).

Amazingly to our surprise ,when Jordan opened the kit he found a knife, that’ll be very

useful, but I’m guessing that everyone thought of it as a weapon towards one another. I

could read their faces so easily, they all looked tense and all just starred at it almost like

they were having a vision to what could happen.

We all decided we had to make a fort since it was getting darker out, we found a

nice open area on the beach but not close enough to the water that we’d get wet from the

tide. We all gathered and assembled palm leaves for our roof, we had palm trees

towering over our fort but we still wanted extra protection. After gathering all the leaves

for the roof and bedding, I realized that we don’t have a fort. How could we forget the

most important part! I found a tree trunk and started to put big branches onto it on a

45 degree angle. Once I started, everyone else clued in, we were done placing the

long slender branches in only about ten minutes, but that’s an estimate since all of our

watches had been destroyed from the crash. At that moment a loss of insanity went

through my head, I wont ever know the time.

Throughout the whole day ,every little thing that I didn’t have power too made me

feel uneasy. I don’t think I full understood the dilemma I was in. I hadn’t hit me yet, the

fact that I had to survive on an island until someone found us, that is if I’m ever found. I

might have to live on this island for the rest of my life, the thought of that makes me sick

to my stomach. How long will it take for them to find our whereabouts, do they know our

plane has crashed? If so, how will they find us, our raft has travelled so far and there

must be hundreds of different islands that we could of cast onto. All of these thoughts

poisoned my mind while sleeping under the vast array of stars in the clear back sky of my

first night on a deserted island

__Shark Attack__ Evan Krilow  Nov.22/10  B  Waking up every morning to the smell of salty sea and the aroma of tropical plants is  something you want to occur, if you’re on vacation. In this case I am not on vacation. I’m on a deserted island, cast away from civilization. So every morning when I wake up to a mouthful of sand, which isn’t weird considering the way I sleep sometimes, butterflies flow through my stomach, not the good ones either.

I feel considerably depressed most of the time actually, but at night when you’re looking up into the clear sky of emptiness ,that’s when time stops, that’s when you think about the loved ones all the way back home, that’s when you suffer the most. I can tell everyone else has depressed times too; for example, yesterday Jordan was trying to kill crab with a sharp stick, which was carved by the knife, when he started to have an emotional breakdown saying,” Wow ,stupid dumb crab, I hate you, no one loves you -go die in a cave!” Being stuck on this stupid island has put all of my friends and me in a life and death situation. I want to go home.

All of the materials we recently found on the island’s tide were put to good use. We used the tarp as a roof to provide shelter, and It worked really well. The knife was used for many purposes, but one of the most important uses of the knife was using it as a weapon. I used it one day to carve a spear and I was able to use the spear as a swift weapon to catch fish. Fish was one of the main food sources on the island that had a considerable amount of protein in it. Ryan had been accustomed to making the fires everyday; whenever our group needed a fire he was able to make one in about one or two minutes. He would already have a pile of sticks ready and he assembled them perfectly, then quickly he put coconut shavings in the center and used the knife we have as a tool for creating sparks on a rock. If we didn’t have a fire, we’d be dead. At night the temperature drops considerably and we had already faced one big storm. Our tarp had almost been blown off into the sky, and we found it the next day caught onto another tree, thankfully. We were all now accustomed to doing daily jobs, and it was great to have friends that aren’t lazy. If one of us weren’t to do our decided job we would probably end up suffering, Ryan’s job was to always keep a fire going, but he loved doing that so it ended up making him happy. Jordan and Faith were cleaners and they kept our fort in tip-top shape. And finally, I was the hunter. I liked hunting. I didn’t like killing living things but knowing I’m helping out my friends and making sure I’m living is good enough for me. Every now and then someone will want to switch jobs for a day ,and that’s allowed but it rarely happens. One day Jordan decided he wanted to hunt, and that’s when he had his emotional breakdown. I was holding my hands together pressed onto my mouth trying not to let the sounds of giggling pass through my finger holes. I felt bad but at the same time it made my day, to see him get so angry trying to hunt for something made me smile. He was furious and that’s probably why he couldn’t focus. Later on in the day after hours of throwing sharpened spears into the water over the horrific sunlight, Jordan speared his first fish, and when he did it ,it’s almost like time stopped for him. When you fail to do something for such a long time, you start to get the feeling of defeat and discouragement and when you succeed in what you were trying to do, you don’t believe in it.

The next day after my boring and horrific sleep, came a tragic event that no one could ‘ve ever thought could unfold. It was still a little dark out so I’m guessing it was around 5 O’clock in the morning but I didn’t know for sure. How could I? My watch had been broken from the crash and same with the others. Jordan had decided to go in the ocean and try to hunt breakfast for all of us. He’s a swell guy. He had picked up my sharpened spear and jumped into the water excitedly, like a little girl chasing after her puppy. I was watching carefully on the shore still half asleep, while Faith and Ryan were still sound asleep. I didn’t see a lot, but I could have sworn I saw a shark fin pop out of the water. I thought my eyes had been playing tricks on me since I just walk up in all but I screamed shark to Jordan just in case. He looked like he was angry. He must have missed a fish but all of the sudden a rainbow coloured fish came up attatched to Jordan’s spear. He screamed “ YES, Evan look what I caught, isn’t that sweet!”, Then I noticed that the fish had been dripping blood, so much that the water had turned into a red colour. It only took a few seconds, and then four sharks came swimming right towards him attracted to the blood. He was attacked in the legs and then they finished him off. He was too far out for me to help him, all I could do is watch. The sad part was he couldn’t talk all he did was try and run towards the shore. He was almost home free when they finished him off and dragged him back in. I was inches away from grabbing his hand .I had sprinted as fast as I could to the shore but it was no good. They had swallowed his body whole, each taking turns like a pack of wild dogs sharing scraps. I walked up to where it had happened and saw one of the sharks swimming up to me, I was so angry, I grabbed the spear and stabbed it through the eye. I’m not sure how I was supposed to tell what just happened to Faith and Ryan. “Um guys, Jordan just got eaten by a pack of sharks when he was hunting.” No I couldn’t say that. Why did he have to die? What am I going to tell his parents when we get home? If we ever get home that is, its been a month already.