The light was shining brightly and for a moment Kyla Jenning thought she had died, and even thought she could see her deceased brother. But as her vision became clearer and her senses began kicking in she realized that she was on a white sandy beach and what she had assumed to be her brother was a log. Kyla attempted to sit up, but a rush of pain ran through her entire body, which caused a short, but loud scream to escape her lips. She looked down to see what damage had been done and from what she could see, it was bad. She had dark bruises up both arms and legs, and a few scratches, but nothing major. She was just sore. She attempted to sit up again, and this time she got there with just small twinges of pain around her neck.<br/><br/>The beach was beautiful with tropical rocks scattered about and trees were like a wall hiding the forest behind it. The sea was clear and teal like she had seen in fake advertisements for cruises and airlines, but this was only on the left side. It was hard to make herself believe that she didn't see it before, but the large airplane was crashed on the right side of the beach.<br/>"So it really did happen." She said quietly just staring at the plane with wide eyes. From where she was she could already see some of the bodies that were stuck on the inside, but there was no sign of the pilot. Kyla stood up and brushed her torn clothes off, attempting to get most of the sand off. She limped over to the plane to see who was there, alive and dead, and who was missing. She counted that twelve students were missing and about five of the teachers, and, of course, the pilot. She walked down the isle of the roofless airplane and looked at all the individuals to see who was breathing.<br/>"Hello?" She called throughout the plane with a raspy voice.