Hello! This is my first story. It is a "girl on the island" themed Lord of the Flies story complete with romance, angst, and drama. I do not own Lord of the Flies or any of the song lyrics within this story, but I do own Angel. Woo hoo! Happy reading, friends. 3

I took a deep breath as my brother, Simon, and I walked apprehensively through the airport. We were being evacuated on planes to the Pacific because of the war. Now, Simon and I walked hand-in-hand to board our plane. My tiny hand squeezed his much bigger one as we inched closer and closer to our destination. I tried to ignore the twisting and turning in my stomach that was making me sick. I was scared to death and didn't want to leave home. Home was a place of luxury, comfort, and carefreeness, so heading into uncertainty was unfathomably nerve wrecking. I had never been on an airplane before and was quite intimidated by the thought of flying through the air thousands of feet off the ground. The fear must have been evident on my face because Simon glanced over at me, looking concerned.

"Angel, what's wrong?" He had a worried tone to his voice. I could tell he wasn't too thrilled about this either.

"Just nervous. I'll be fine." I choked out. I squeezed his hand to reassure him.

Simon and I were extremely close. When we were little, our father had passed away and our mother remarried some rich guy. Simon took on the role of becoming my mentor, protector, and support system. He always knew when something was wrong. Simon liked his role as my big brother and I liked feeling protected by him. We were only one year apart, with him being seventeen and me sixteen. We both looked a lot alike too. We were both skinny with dark brown hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes. It was obvious to everyone that we were related. Some even mistook us as twins.

After what seemed like an eternity, Simon and I reached our plane and sat down in our seats. Still terrified, I let him have the window seat. I had no interest in seeing how high up we are, so I contently took the middle seat. I sat in silence, hoping no one would sit in the seat next to me. I looked around the plane and decided to kill some time by people watching. Scanning the plane, I noticed a group of kids about my age sitting a couple seats over from us. They were all wearing black cloaks with matching caps. One of the boys, with fiery red hair and icy blue eyes, especially stood out to me. I nudged Simon.

"Who are they?" I asked, referring to the cloaked group. Simon frowned.

"Those are the choir boys. I used to be in that choir a few years ago, but I was kicked out." Simon's eyes grew darker. "Said I fainted too much." I vaguely remembered that. My gaze then shifted to the red haired boy.

"And who is that?" I asked, subtly pointing at him. Curiosity burned within me.

"Him?" Simon said with a dull tone. "That's Jack Merridew. He's the leader of the choir boys."

I couldn't help but stare. I was curious about Jack and his choir. They facinated me for some strange reason. Suddenly I felt Simon elbow my side.

"Stop staring." He hissed through his teeth. My thoughts began racing. Jack's presence seemed to really be bothering Simon. I sat thinking for so long that I almost didn't even realize someone had sat down in the seat on my other side.

Great. I thought. I couldn't get away without sitting next to some stranger. I let out a quiet sigh. Oh well. Maybe they won't talk to me. I wasn't much of a people person.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the stranger now sitting to my right. My mood immediately brightened. The boy sitting by me had fair hair and wide green eyes. The fair boy looked at me and smiled.

"Hello." He smiled charmingly at me. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here." His voice was sincere and polite. I couldn't help but to look into those green eyes of his. The were so full of life, so full of wonder.

"No. I don't mind at all." I smiled coyly. He seems nice. And cute. My cheeks flushed a deep red. I wasn't particularly acquainted with the skill of talking to boys. The fair haired boy must have noticed because he blushed too.

"My name is Ralph." He said quietly.

"I'm Angel." I said just as quiet. I hated being shy. Why couldn't I be outgoing and confident? Ralph smiled.

"Angel? That's a pretty name."

That remark caused me to blush an even deeper red. My, he was charming! I felt butterflies taking over my stomach.

"Thanks." I said softly. I began looking around the plane again to distract myself from blushing and my eyes went straight to one person: Jack. Jack was talking with a boy with black hair. Jack stopped talking suddenly and looked over my direction. I lowered my eyes ashamed to be caught staring at him. Apparently Jack didn't mind because when I slowly looked back up, he winked at me. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. Jack chuckled to himself as my face immediately flushed the same colour as his hair. I guess he got joy out of seeing my embarrassment. I fixed my gaze back to straight ahead, too humiliated to look at anything.

Maybe if I don't look at anyone, I'll stop blushing. It was then that I realized I was the only girl on this plane. I looked around for another female, but I couldn't find one. I tapped Simon's arm. He stopped looking out the window and turned my direction.

"What?" He asked blankly.

"Am I the only girl on this plane?" I asked. I looked from person to person again to double check. Simon looked also.

"It looks like it." He caught the worried look on my face and quickly added, "Don't worry Angel. I won't let anything bad happen to you." He patted my arm and grinned. I loved his protection.

"Thanks Simon. I appreciate that." It was the truth. My whole life he was always there for me. Through the best and worst times of my life. I sighed and closed my eyes, as I laid my head down on Simon's shoulder. I felt him pat my head gently and I smiled, slowly drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up I glanced over at Simon through blurry eyes. His head was leaned down, supported by his left hand. He didn't look so good.

"Simon?" I asked, raising my head up from his shoulder. I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes as he looked up. I could of sworn his face was actually a faint shade of green.


"You look sick."

He nodded. "Yeah. I'm not too fond of being up in the air.." He paused and groaned low in his throat before jumping up. "I'll be right back."

And with that, he shimmied past me and hurried off to the bathroom, clutching his stomach the entire way. I shook my head feeling sorry for him.

I glanced over at Ralph and saw he was sleeping peacefully. I smiled. He looked adorable in his peaceful slumber, as if he were at complete ease. The bangs of his fair, blonde hair lay delicately upon his brow, and his breathing was light and steady. I felt slightly envious of his ability to sleep so soundly. I would have given anything to be able to do that...

I suddenly sat up in my seat, sensing something wasn't quite right. My stomach began to do somersaults as my brow furrowed; I tried desperately to detect was wrong.

And then I heard it. A loud banging sound rang out as the engine of the plane exploded in a ball of smoke, making me jump out of my seat. The plane, along with my stomach, begin to lurch downwards. I screamed in unison along with everyone else on the plane, as I gripped the arm rests with white knuckles. Simon! He was still in the bathroom sick! I didn't know what to do. If I went to go get him, the door would most likely be locked. I cursed under my breath before I got up to go check on him. I stood up and was immediately knocked back down from the uncontrollable angle and turbulence of the falling plane.

The plane kept lurching downwards at a rapid pace and I heard Ralph, now alert and awake, gasp beside me. His face was a mask of worry and sheer terror as he looked at me in complete panic. I felt tears rolling down my face. I didn't want to die. Not like this! Ralph looked over at me and took my hand, weakly forcing a smile. I forced a weak smile back at him and grabbed his arm with my other hand, holding onto him with all my life. I didn't care that I barely knew him. If I was about to die, I might as well die feeling protected by someone. Ralph and I grabbed on to each other desperately as the plane tumbled out of the sky to our inevitable doom.

And then everything went black.