It sent chills up his spine
The day he crossed the line
The picture of his teacher
With his angry features

He swallowed his throat
Sweating through his coat
Toes tied up in a knot
He was put on the spot

The teacher marched over
His lean figure bending over
The teacher crumpled his face
And Spat out: “You sir, are a disgrace”

He curled up in his chair
Barely breathing the air
Started to mumble a few words
“My dog ate it, Mr Cawbirds”

The class started to snort and smile
As they created a large pile
But the one sheet of homework missing
Was the one which belonged to Fredward Lissing.

I love how planes are so clean. I am weird like that. I love how the food come in the exactly right shape and size. I love the orderly and corporate smell and the high-pitched voices of the beautiful flight attendants asking if I want more water.

"Yes, I would love some," I reply as she hands me a perfect carry bottle of water.

I take a sip as she clears my tray, and I click the tray back into the seat in front of me. I look at my rolex watch. 8:15. Time for my daily nap. I turn Beethoven's Symphony 9 on, and let the music soothe my ears as i fall into a deep sleep.

* * *

The plane is rumbling and it shakes me awake. Everyone has their oxygen masks on and life vests on.

'Crap Crap Crap!" I repeat in my head as i hurriedly put my oxygen mask over my head and tighten my vest. I look outside the window and see sand, no water at all. Suddenly, the plane drops down, fast. People are shouting, screaming out loud in pain. And then it all ends with a CRASH. There is one thing i hate the most: spontaneity.

* * *

I wake up again, this time in a totally different atmosphere. I feel dizzy, hot and sweaty, like im about to pass out, again. I inhale a breath of air, and choke on dry sand. My mouth is so dry like a desert with no moisture or water. I try to produce some saliva, but i fail. I yell for help, but i hoarse silent cry is made. I look around and see sand, more sand and a dark coloured figure coming closer and closer.

"Hi, I'm Jamal. How are you feeling?" he said.

I try to ask for water but i roll on the sand instead looking like a fish out of water but somehow Jamal understands and takes out a bottle of water identical to the one i drank out of before. I gulp it down in one long sip. "Thank you," i say breathing heavily, my body exhausted, but at least i wasn't dehydrated. "Where are we?"

"Welcome to the desert, at least we think we are." Crap.

"What happened?"

"Well, we're trying to find out. Do you happen to know anything about planes?"

Crap, no one here knows about planes, and neither did i.

* * *

"We have three days of supplies left. We have a vet, a lawyer, a teacher, a doctor, a navy officer and the CEO of Rolex. We have there days to get out of here, alive. Do you understand?" Jamal repeats. "Now, creating the plane again is not an option. We need to walk quickly to society or villages. Where there is a village, there will be water and food. From there we will contact home. Any suggestions?"
I look at my Rolex watch. 6:15pm and the sun hasnt even set. "We should start travelling soon. It would be easier to travel at night than in the day." And so we do.

* * *

It's the second day, and we only have one day left. The team is resting. 12pm, i read on my watch. it will at least be another 8 hours until we move again on the remainder of supplies.

* * *

It's the sixth night and Jamal and I are the only ones still alive. We ran out of supplies three days ago and we haven't found a community yet. I cannot feel my legs. I feel as i'm on auto control. I feel absolutely nothing, but yet, i am taking steps over and over again as i breath heavily. My mind is blank and all i can hear is my stomach grumble and my breaths over and over again. I hear a thud. I turn around and see Jamal collapse and panting on the floor. "Keep going," he pants. "I see lights." I turn around and see blurry lights. I gasp. This has to be the luckiest day. I wonder if its a mirage, if its my imagination, but its not. Somehow, i have the strength to run across the desert and into the little village lit with lamps. I feel as i have found a needle in a haystack.