Journal of a Survivor
It Just started like a normal day on our way to out next game you see I play rugby full back But this might change the way I think.
On the 27th of September I and the team were off to Chile to play the next game on a plane. I hate flying I don’t know why I accepted to go on this trip I don’t know why but I have a funny feeling about this.
We left on the plane from Australia all was well looking over the snowy mountains. Then it changed we started to shake all the people that were chucking a rugby ball about quickly sat down and pit there seat belt on everyone started to smoke trying to calm down. The shaking got ferocious, I could smell peoples dear and I could hear people praying and screaming all the adults were comforting their children telling them it will be ok. Then I heard from the background “are we meant to be flying so close to the mountains”!
The pilot heard him too and started to make full power and try to pull the plane up. The planes wing hit the side of the mountains we all screamed to te tops of our voices everyone was crying and praying. The plane started to spin the tail of the plane then hit the mountain. People were getting sucked out the back like a giant vacuum still attached to the chairs. Jake was hit by the top of the mountain and it ripped through him like knife through butter. I felt sick I just shut my eyes and hoped for the best for me and my friends. I couldn’t believe this was happening I pinched myself but I was still in the pit of death. Then we hit the floor a shudder rushed through my body my spine felt like it had cracked on the impact. We slid down the mountain and went straight inst a tree. I jolted forward and hit my head on the chair in front……….