Taylor sat up from her postistion under a tree on the beach, and walked over to where people were gathering their things. She glanced around, and sighed. Why had this happened? It all seemed so surreal, they should have died. Everyone was still suffering from teh shock that followed. Taylor remembered the feeling she had gotten when had started to crash. She had been trembling so much, she had almost not been able to grip anything. She searched for ehr things, but did not see them anywhere. The last thign she wanted was to be stuck on an island with nothing at all. She pulled the hair band from her wrist and tied her hair up, and looked for her things, lifting chairs and peices of the plane. Finally, she found it wedged between two peices of broken plane. She tugged on it until it came free, and went back to her tree. Unzipping the bag, she saw her things were a mess. She went through it all, sorting it into what she would use until they got rescued, and what could stayout of the way. She lifted her bag of makeup, and saw a peice of crumpled paper. She lifted it out, and saw it was a picture. She was standing with her boyfriend on a bridge in Oxford, her stomach full from pregnancy.
"I can't believe this!" Taylor sobbed to her boyfriend, Hayden.
"It's okay," Hayden said and held her close, "It'll be alright,"
"How can you say that?!" Taylor exclaimed, standing up from her posistion on the bed, "The baby just died!" she said, sobbing.
Hayden leaned back a little, "Just... try not to think about it..." he said, he wasn't very good at this type of thing.
Taylor just cried, not listening.
"Look," he said, "You're going to Austrailia next week... think abotu that instead... Pack or something..."
She dropped her hands to her side and left the room without another word.
A tear escaped her eye, and Taylor wiped it away. She sniffled and stood up. She walked over to the others, and tried to see if there was someone to talk to, to keep her mind off of things.
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