A/N: Hello, a medium long Intro to my new story. If you like it, I'll post first chapter! :-)

Please don't be to upset with some grammar mistakes. I come from Denmark! I just don't have the habit of capitalizing my I's ;-) Please enjoy!

It all happened so sudden. I could never have predicted it. One moment, I was so excited for the year, the next, I was worried if I would survive to see it end. Had my heartbeats already been count? Was this as far as i would go? The knowledge of how sudden it could all be over, made me dizzy.

"Bye mum, bye dad." I gave them each a hug.

"Have a nice time sweety. We'll miss you! very much." my mum said, planting a kiss on my chin.

I knew my parents where crushed to see me leave, especially my mum. I would be gone for a year, and to be honest, I was thrilled. I was going to live with a host family in Australia for a year. Sure, it was going to be hard to be away from my parents so long, but I could handle it.

"Flight 11JK19 going to Australia, last boarding call. That was flight 11JK19 going to Australia, please board now."

"Well, I have to go. I'll call you when I land." I said with a lump in my throat.

"Take care, honey."

"I will. I promise."

I gave them a last hug. They both looked so depressed.

"Don't worry. We'll see each other again soon." I tried. I didn't know if this would bring them much comfort at the moment.

I took my hand-luggage and went over to the group of exchange students, who also where going to Australia. I think we where about 50 or so. Allot of the boys had a classic teenager look:

High and gangly with big feet. A couple of them where very cute, though. There was not so many girls as there was boys. I couldn't really give any of them a stereo-type, they where all pretty normal looking, I guess.

A woman who I supposed was a part of Airport staff, led us safely on-board the plane and showed us our seats. I had a window spot. I hid my plane ticket in my bag, just as a memory to look back at. I always saved stuff like that. Theater tickets, Movie tickets, you name it. I was sitting in seat A45.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, the plane motors started. Soon after, we where driving down the take off area. I had never been so fond of flying, but i felt like i had to look out the window now. I wanted to see as much as i could see from my home country, down to every last second, until we where above the clouds.

The plane went faster and faster, until it finally took of, sliding elegantly through the air, up and up.

I had a nice flight for 2 hours, before it started happening.

I was looking out the window, day dreaming, when I saw it:

The wing went on fire. The plane started to wobble, and i remember i was terrified from the first second i saw that wing burning. The captain was on the speakers. I will never forget the message:

Ding.

"Thank you for choosing SAS-airlines. Please put your life-vests on and follow safety instructions. We will not make it to the original destination. Thank you."

Ding.

Totally silence for a few seconds, and then hell went loose. People where screaming, frantically pulling on life-vests, yelling at the stewardesses, and little children where crying. Me? I just remained calm. I was scared shit-less, but i knew it would not help me at all to panic. Also, i had always had a belief in destiny:

If it happens, it happens.

Cruel way to think, I guess. But it helped me calm down. If I was going to die, there was at least a bigger meaning with it.

Don't get me wrong; i don't hate life. I don't believe in slaughtering people. I was just in such of a shock, that i never really felt what happened around me, before it was already over.

I remember being thrown around, because the plane was shaking so hard. I closed my eyes hard, sending my love to my mum and dad. Then, I faintly remember hearing a big bang. Must have been when the plane hit the ground.

...

I wake up with a stabbing pain in my head. What's happened?

I open my eyelids, and I don't believe my own eyes. I'm on a mountain. What am I doing here? I try to sit up, but somebody gently pushes me down again. I try to find my voice to ask the obvious question, but somebody beats me.

"The plane crashed. Your in a rainforest on a mountain." He says, looking down at me.

I don't know why, but the first thing I think about, is his eyes. They look kind and warm. I nod, but quickly stop. It hurts.

"Oh, yeah, you hurt your head pretty badly, at least I think so, I'm no doctor. But you might want to keep it still."

I grimace at this.

"Anything else I shouldn't move?" I ask.

"Yeah, keep free of your left hand. I think it may be broken."

Funny. I haven't felt a thing from my left hand.

As my vision clears up, I notice his face and what i can see of his body, is filled with burns. I wonder if I look like that to.. More people, I realize they are some of the other exchange-students, kneel besides me, and ask me how I feel. I mumble I'm okay.

I begin to feel uncomfortable. I want to see how bad the situation is; if I should be relived or sad that I didn't die in the crash. I have heard of people who went crazy with hunger and thirst in the jungle. I do not want to end up like that.

"Help me up sitting?" I ask.

Some boys help me up, and I notice I'm in a plain seat. More precisely, seat A45, my seat. I look around. There's allot of people up and about. I count them. There is 16. They, too, have a lot of burns, but look okay. Then there are others, like me, who are injured. 7, i count. Nobody looks seriously ill. A large chunk of the plane, is not so far from me. I don't believe our luck, when I see we actually have food, water and blankets. Basically, it's okay.

Well, no.

I couldn't know better, how much trouble I am in. How much trouble we are all in.

I can see nothing else but trees, as long as my eyes go.

The boy from before, introduces himself as Peeta.

"I'm Katniss. "I tell him.

"Nice to meet you then, I guess. " He says.

"Anyways, the cabin we sat in is not destroyed, as you can see. Can I get you anything?"

"I do have a bag..."

"You sat in Seat A45?

I'm about to nod again, but stop myself in the last second.

"Yeah."

"Right. I'll be back in a minute." he says, and heads over to fetch it.

..

He's back with my bag. It dose not have a scratch or even a burn on it.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

I wonder why everybody is taking this so... lightly. Why aren't people panicking? I feel like screaming. Hell I would scream, if my head would allow it, without bursting into pain. I just don't get it. Then I realize something.

There are no grown-ups.

"Peeta?" I say.

"Yes?"

"Why aren't there any grown ups? Where are they? Surely some older people survived."

His face changes.

"None of them did." he answers, looking at me seriously.

"Why not?"

"That's simple. The only department of the plain that wasn't crushed, was ours. And our department was an all kids and teens zone. Don't you remember?"

I search through my head, but don't seem to remember just that detail.

"No, I don't."

...

"Another question."

"Fire away."

"Why are you all, acting so, so strange?"

"Define strange?"

"Nobody's panicking. Nobody's acting all crazy."

His expression changes instantly. He hesitates before answering.

"I've seen stuff like this happen on the TV. Trust me, there will be craziness. The time is just not ready for that yet."

He looks very depressed as he says this. Like it's something he dosn't want to be reminded about.

"Excuse me, but we need to plan what to do when the night comes. If you feel sick or anything, please tell someone. We are so lucky that we have pain killers."

"I will." I say, knowing I won't ask for pain killing drugs.

I watch him as he walks away. I notice he isn't walking quite right, and wonder if he maybe needs to take a break.

I pack up my journal from my spring green messenger bag, and write:

Day 1.

PLANE CRASH.

The plane carried 350 passengers. 23 have survived. We are stuck in the rain forest. Help.

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