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9/11/13: A Short Story

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It was a chilly morning on September 11, 2017, when Will Boulder and his best friend, Jeremy, boarded the Boeing 737. Will was an optimistic and bossy person. Jeremy was pessimistic, sarcastic, and he had bad jokes like; “What do you call a cow that's laying on the ground? Ground beef!” Anyway, they were headed to see their parents and were flying from Chicago to Toronto since both of their parents lived there. Shortly into the flight, an unidentified aircraft flew alongside them. “Identify yourselves” said the pilot over the radio. “Identify ourselves? Hahahah! Say goodbye to your plane!” yelled someone from the other plane. The emergency doors opened and the other plane opened fire. “Requesting emergency backup! Is anyone there?! Another …show more content…

In the water, Will spotted the emergency survival kit from the plane.
“Um, sir?” Will said. “The emergency survival pack is over there.” Will pointed in the direction of the survival pack.
“Good work, I believe the emergency survival kit has an axe and other useful supplies. But you don’t need to call me sir anymore. We’re all a team here. Can you go retrieve it?” He pointed at a blonde haired teenager. Maybe a 17 year old teenager, Will thought. The teenager retrieved the kit and the pilot opened it up. There was some food rations, an axe, bandages, and some flares.
“We’ll save the flares for later. Maybe a plane will pass by and we can use these to signal that we’re here,” the pilot commanded. The remaining survivors were split into groups to collect food. Will was with Jeremy, A passenger named Zack, and another passenger named Annika. They were sent into the forest. Will’s group went north to find food. Along the way, they stumbled across red berries. Zack knew what it was.
“Don’t eat these. They are hollies and are poisonous,” Zack advised.
“Thank god for someone who actually paid attention in biology class,” said Annika. The group tread …show more content…

Get them off me!” He yelled frantically. But it was too late. The bees dropped to the ground around the pilot, and the passengers slowly came out of their hiding spots. Will took one look at the pilot and knew that he was dead. “Everybody! We do not have time to worry about this! We need to collect water and food!” Will exclaimed. “I’m so hungry right now I would eat squash,” A passenger said. “Well then, let's get to work,” Will said. “Me, Annika, and Jeremy will stay at the camp. Everyone else, go look for water and food.” The sun was setting when the passengers came back. They had nothing with them. “We couldn’t find any food or water,” said a passenger hoarsely. “Well, don’t give up hope, we’ll try tomorrow,” commanded Will. Soon, dawn arose. Same thing again next day. No food or water. One of the passengers lay limp on the sand. “Is he alive?” mumbled Jeremy. “I don’t think so. Maybe he-,” “Wait! Do you hear that?” hollered Jeremy. Will could hear the roar of helicopter engines in the sky. “The flares!” Will said. He grabbed the flare gun and shot.
Some people were yelling, “We’re all saved!” meanwhile some people were crying with joy. The engine roar grew louder as time passed. It was like hearing an angel on it’s way to take Will to heaven. Then, the helicopter

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