The bell rung, finally, how can someone live with seven hours of torture. It’s even spelled out like this, seven cruel hours of our lives, school for short. Every kid screamed, what can I say, I squealed like a chipmunk. The room turned into a gigantic riot, the door being filled with kids bursting into the hallway. I pummelled my way through the mob and into the crowded river of people flowing out of the school. I just followed the wave like most kids, I heard screaming though, coming from the lockers as the next victims succumbed to the pits below. I’ve been trampled over before, I feel bad for those people, but I think to myself “do I really want to be them.” Then the flow stopped, a log had blocked the way. There was talking up ahead, but it was so faint because of all the chatter in the crowded hallway. I could pick up some of the words though “Jimmy . . . Surprise . . . Nothing to see . . . Don’t tell . . . Fun.” Jimmy: they must be talking about me.
Suddenly, the motors started clicking again and the crowd moved forward. When the first ray of sunlight hit my face I cried. It felt so good I held out my arms like I was on top of the world and...*Whack*, I stumbled down the steps as I had forgotten about the crowd with an agenda behind me. I grabbed my backpack and binder and started walking on home.
I swung the door open and threw my backpack on the ground, in my head I was singing symphonies because it was Friday and the final day of school. My mom came around the corner and said “You’re home early.”
My reply was as casual as it could be: “This is the time I always get home.” I went into my room, put on my earphones and watched a movie. I woke up in a different place than my bedroom. I sat up on a sandy beach on a tropical island. I looked across the horizon and saw many of these islands, it was an archipelago. Suddenly a man touched my arm and said “Hi, I’m Bill.” I don’t know why, but when I woke up panting and sweating, there was still some daylight coming through the cracks of my window. I was so lightheaded and dizzy and I felt like going to sleep again, I yelled out “Mooom!” No reply. This time louder and longer “MOOOOOOOOOM!” she ran in my room with a baseball bat, almost breaking down the door while rushing in. She looked at me with her stern hazel eyes,
“What do you want.”
“Water, please.” For a split second, it looked like she was going to whack me on the head with that bat. She turned around and walked towards the kitchen. She came back and started asking me why I screamed like that. I explained my dream and how when I woke up I was sweating. She said, “For starters, I turned up the A.C., and secondly, you can tell the future...partially.” I had a sigh of relief, but then I whipped my head so quickly that it cracked.
“Did you just say I could tell the future?”
“Partially,” she replied “you’re going to an archipelago, but it is populated, and is known as Hawaii!” My jaw dropped and I leaped and touched the sky...almost.
My house was a disaster the next day. I had been scavenging for everything I wanted to bring on the trip. My suitcase was packed and I had my action glasses on. I hopped in the car and my dad drove me to the airport. I looked like a 97% boss walking down the passageway to customs, the other 3% was at fault by my mom and dad  just standing by me. My mom was in her Hawaiian shirt with flowers on it, and my dad was wearing the most embarrassing shades, and to top it off a sombrero. I felt embarassed to the touch, but I shook it off and continued my epic slow motion scene. We absolutely flew by customs because of a nice security guard and went on to our flight.
“All passengers of flight 3706, please board now, departure is in 10 minutes.”
The loud noise from the ceiling woke me up. Wait where are my parents? I looked to the left and right of me and started panicking but then my dad grabbed my arm and took me to the boarding area. He started laughing because of how scared I was, he leaned down and told me. “Look here son, mom and I are not going with you. We have business to do. Instead, we are letting a tour guide be with you the whole time., Is that alright?”
“Why, why can’t you stay with me? Please don’t leave me.” I said, a worry in my voice.
“We’re  not leaving you, We’re just not going with you,” my dad said with an angry tone. He stood up and started walking, but I stopped him, grazing his arm.
“Will you at least tell me why... I don’t believe that your work could be more important than this,” I said to him, starting to get angry myself. 
“Fine, you win,” my dad said “There were some nice gentleman who came to our house, he gave us this ticket and told mom and I to meet them afterwards.”
“Can you show me these nice people?Please Dad, I would like to meet them,” I said enthusiastically.
“No! Now please stop bothering me and get on the dang plane alright?” this time he was enraged. I whimpered and started crying in my head. My dad never talks to me like that; why now, here in this airport. I looked to the guide by the desk and sneered. She looked like such a nice person, way too nice for my liking. “Hi! I’m Jessica, welcome to Alpha Airlines. Is this your first time flying?”
“No, shut up. I’m not in the mood for talking, not now, not here, not anywhere…” I looked around the airport room, pretending to be a spy. It was fun to tease Jessica, even though I knew it was not the right time to joke around. She jumped back almost startled to my response.
“I’m sure talking like that,” Jessica said, “is not going to help our relationship.”
“I don’t want a relationship with you, you are nothing but a guide here to help me,” I said. Just like that, she gave me the most ferocious look and picked me up and dragged me onto the plane. She plopped me in a seat and buckled me up like I was a child. How dare she, I thought, but I didn’t protest. She grabbed my bags and put them in the overhead bin and then left.
Well, that went smoothly. I sat back, and put on my headphones. I started thinking back to my parents... it just didn’t make sense. “How dare they” I said under my breath. I decided to get comfy and rolled my seat back. Staring out the window, I drifted into thought. This is going to be a horrid trip.
Waking up, there was a strange feeling in my gut. I looked outside the window and saw a wing with propellers and a blue sky. I sat back down. Much to my surprise,  the plane shook rapidly. I thought it was turbulence, but it didn’t stop. The swooshing was terrible, left and right, up and down. Then someone screamed in the aisle behind me. “The wing is on fire!”
The captain blurted over the radio to stay calm. Everyone was scrambling for their stuff. I was sweating and panting, I was frightened, we were losing altitude fast, I bet I could jump it. My heart was pounding and falling into my chest, it was hard to breathe. Where was my guide? All of the sudden, the c***pit door flung open. The two pilots and some flight attendants had parachutes on. I recognized one.My guide. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the chairs for support. She then caught a glance of me and gave me a childish smile. How could she! They all started walking up the aisle with wood in their hands? All of them wacked people out of their way with the wood. Making it, they opened the side hatch, my guide blew me a kiss and jumped, just like that. They left a bunch of people to die on the plane. My face started puffing up with tears. “Noooooo!” I cried, the tears rolling down my face. “I don’t want to die!” It hurt sitting on the plane and watching us roll down to our death, every last minute I remembered, looking out the window I remembered...the moments were beautiful, having ice cream with my mom and dad, feeling the cool drop of melted goodness hit my tongue, laughing and giggling with my aunts and uncles in the living room. Christmas eve dinner, enjoying the roasted ham and bread, and opening the presents on Christmas morning...
Then I was drawn back into the real world almost instantly. I had to let go. The hatch was still open when the wind speed ripped the plane in half. We had almost crashed into the water, but just in time, I grabbed my seat as a whole aisle of people flew out and started flying away like ducks in a hunter's sight. The wind brushed my face hitting me, punching me. I couldn’t hold on any longer, my hands were too sweaty, this was it, the judgement hour has begun, survive or succumb to the pits below. Just then a man came out of the seats and held his hand down.
“Grab my hand, we have a chance to survive,” he said. I looked at him with my teary eyes and started pulling myself up, up, and up. I started to move my hand towards his. I looked up and a big metal plate was falling.
“LOOK OUT!” I yelled. He didn’t move in time, a decapitated body was up above me, the blood oozed onto my body, I screamed so loud that I’m sure Russia could hear. The body fell off the ledge of the seat and started falling, just then I noticed how close we were to the ocean floor while looking down at this dead man’s body. I looked up again and a suitcase hit me flat in the face. 
I just fell, in the air, floating almost like an eagle soars. The stars got bigger and the speed was faster. I noticed the body of the stranger and cried. I tried to fly, it was worth a shot just to flap my arms. Then I hit the wake of the water combing in the sea as a basketball goes in a hoop. This was it, the end. I drifted farther down into the abyss, and I wondered to myself: Can I cry underwater? The memories came back, but these ones were foul. “Jimmy, nothing but a nerd,” said Todd, “come on, up with you scrub.” I leaned up bruised and beaten, just to be hit back down. The memory faded and a knew one came to mind. “Another detention Jimmy, you know the rules.”
“But sir, it was Todd! He was the one bullying me, not the other way around,”
“What evidence do you have?”
“Easy sir, I have bruises, two black eyes, one even swollen shut. Todd only has one red spot on his arm and a scrape on his knee.”
“Nonsense, Todd is my son, I know him, you threw the first punch but he fought back. Jimmy... you have to be strong.” This memory faded away. “Be strong...” the words echoing in my head woke me up. I waved my arms, screaming in pain, but no one could hear me. I kicked for my life, I was struggling and then I found a piece of plywood. I grabbed it and it lifted me to the surface. I hit the top and gulped the air, the seagulls chimed in a squawking sound. The smell of the ocean made me want to go back down. A wave rolled me over. Then, a piece of wood caught my attention, no not wood, a raft. It was a blowup raft with people in it.
When I got a closer look I gasped, it...it was the pilots. They were having a meal from the first class dinners, roast chicken, and green beans. I swam up kicking as hard as I could with my plywood. I grabbed onto the yellow raft and pulled my head up. They stared at me with innocent looks. “Please, I survived the crash, may I please join your raft,” I said. They just stared and then the pilot stood up, grabbed a piece of wood and threw it at me. I ducked into the sea and thought to myself “How...why,” I rose again and grabbed my plywood and the new wood the pilot threw at me. They drifted away into the open ocean, like a rubber duck in a lake. I lay upon the two pieces of wood and rested, I didn’t want to move, not at this time. I grabbed for my headphones, but they weren’t there.
When the ocean grew old
A plank was found
Floating adrift to a lovely sound
almost like a river
trying to find it’s way to its leaving
of the old hallway doors
but in the end
a storm was a brewing
and the time was growing slow
the chance for survival was now
but showing logicality
can wood beat a nest of bolts
striking its very floors
and when the wind rises
and the water roars
who will come out the winner.