Olivia stared at the water. She held onto her arm with her opposite hand, and let the water drift up and down around her ankles. Her eyes were still burning from the crash, and there was a quiet ringing in her ears.
"Why?" she whispered quietly to herself. She sighed and walked back to where everyone else was. She looked through the remains of the plane, and it brought tears to her sore eyes. Looking down on all that they had been through in just the last few days was just hard. She spotted her bright pink bag under a broken plane chair, and pulled it out. It was hard to tell it was even pink anymore. There was dirt and debree all over it. She kneeled down next to it, unzipped it, and surveyed its contents. Her sketch pad and diary were still sitting on top, as if nothing had happened. She sighed and smiled slightly. Walking over to a tree, she sat down and started sketching the scene of the plane crashed on the beach, and people crying... it brough more tears to her eyes.
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