Blog #2

Chapter 1.

The Crash
Jacks Perspective




If there's one thing I know, is that I was on a crash landing plane. All I remember, is the sky churning, like spirals. All of the different colors of the inside the plane were all mushed and mixed together. Blue with tan, red with white, gold with silver. And then boom. The sound was like 10 large horns in my ears. How it felt was a whole different story. Something steel crammed into my chest, and the next thing I new, I was swirling in thin air. Almost being tossed. The wind whistled as I sort of danced in the sky. And then my body became a weight, a large weight sinking to the earth. A-steel-punching pain rippled through my body when my back landed on a flat stinky platform...

My cheeks burned as a blanket of moist heat cooked on my sweaty skin. Parts of my skin were delicate like paper cuts, but the pain was like limes being squirted in them. I lifted my heavy head and slowly opened my eyes. Things were blurry and bright. In each object, it had a twin beside it. In the center of my sight, there was a pearl-yellow light framed with thick green trees. Thick clouds of smoke curled across every inch of air, and with every sniff, I coughed sharply, so sharply it could have been violent.

I herd other coughs in the background, but my ears were still silents by the loud crash. With every breath, my chest throbbed, and it felt like a million little needles puncherd it. But my bones felt in place so they wern't broken, just terribly bruised. Simon, the coward, who was now sitting up, on a rock, began whimping, and sobbing out all of this nonsense about how we were stuck and all that crap, and it got jut so annoying. I looked at him in pure disgust. I stormed tords him until I was right in his skinny face. I felt his hot breath on my face. Ugh! I screamed something in his face, that just came out on it's own. Something I did not predict. He just stared at me, with bewildered frightened beady eyes. I sighed, then took a defeated step back and strolled tords the woods when I soon herd a low, horn ripping through the sky.