Hello! So this is definitely my first story. I read the book in english and fell in love with it! Yes I know the "girl on the island" concept has been done many times before, but I love the idea and want to try it. I hope you like it because I don't know if this story will be good or not. Please review and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies nor will I ever. I also do not own any of the song lyrics I use. I do own Angel however. Hoorayyy!

A/N: This story is under construction. It was my first story, so it is bound to have tons and tons of flaws. I will be going back through this story and changing some things to make it better :)

I took a deep breath as my brother, Simon, and I walked 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 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. I was scared to death and didn't want to leave home. 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. 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 beautiful green eyes. Wait. Beautiful? I felt my cheeks flush red. 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.

"No. I don't mind at all." I smiled coyly. He seems nice. And cute. I blushed again. Why was I blushing so much? 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 shivered thinking about the past. I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt Simon pat my head and I smiled, slowly drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up I glanced over at Simon. His head was supported by his hands. He didn't look so good.

"Simon?" I asked. 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. I'll be right back."

And with that, he hurried off to the bathroom. I shook my head feeling sorry for him. I looked over at Ralph and saw he was sleeping peacefully. I smiled. He looked adorable in his peaceful slumber. I then sat up in me seat, sensing something wasn't quite right. I then heard a loud sound as the engine of the plane exploded in a ball of smoke. I felt the plane begin to lurch downwards. I screamed along with everyone else on the plane. 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. The plane kept going downwards and I heard Ralph, now alert and awake, gasp beside me. His face was a mask of worry and terror. 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 smiling. I forced a weak smile at him and grabbed his arm. 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 as the plane fell out of the sky.

And then everything went black.