SummerFly Airport, Philippines
"Mama! I want to play over there!"
"Have you heard? That my sister's husband actually cheated on her!"
"Yes sir, I'll go there immediately!"
"Honey, where do you want to go next?"
'Wow'
'This place is really noisy.'
The boy's hand reached to his pocket, and drew out a cellphone. Looking at the black screen, a slightly handsome face was seen.
Sitting on a chair with his back straight and his eyes fixed on the screen.
He is tall with brownish white skin, black hair and black eyes.
Wearing a white shirt, a black jacket, jeans and white shoes. Many young girls were stealing glances at him.
"I'm bored." Fiddling with his phone, he looked at the messages in his group chat.
This group chat was created four years ago with 3 of his best friends in school.
They were classmates and had many things in common. It wasn't really hard becoming friends in an instant.
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[Why are you guys so slow?] - Music Maestro
[Wait! I'm already riding a taxi over there!] - Huwang Langshaw
[I'm currently leaping on clouds to get there! Wait a sec."] - Papi Cholo
[Bah! I clearly saw you riding a motorcycle!] - Huwang Langshaw
[On my way.] - Tallest Tower
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The boy scrolled on his phone and put on his headset.
"La~ Lalala~ Lalalalala~"
Ivan Marchan, 17 years old this year. His birthday is on June 08 and is somewhat well versed with music.
Ever since he was little, he loved to listen to music and sing. His mother saw talent in him and suggested in taking voice lessons.
Time passed and he is now the club president of a school choir. He is a senior high school student in a prestigious school.
HIs grades are slightly above average since he doesn't really want to put in effort.
He looked at his phone and checked the time.
'6:30am'
'It's still early, I'll take a short nap.'
Closing his eyes, he soon fell asleep while listening to Cupid by Fifty Fifty
*30 minutes later*
"I think he's sleeping"
"Well you're absolutely right Sherlock!"
"Why did he go here so early?"
Ivan slowly opened his eyes as he heard voices talking around him.
"Good morning my good brother!"
"Mornin."
"Good morning broski"
Ivan wiped his face to wake up and lifted his head.
In his right, an averagely tall boy was standing holding a very big backpack.
Black eyes, coupled with his crew cut made him look pleasurable in people's eyes.
Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts and black shoes. He was currently eating his biscuits while talking.
His name is Aze Acedillo, currently 16 years old.
In the middle, A boy was a little taller than Aze was standing.
Black hair, black eyes, chiseled face and has a well-defined physique.
His eyes have a hint of laziness, looking like a very chill person from afar.
He was currently holding his headset and luggage, while talking to Aze at the same time.
His name is Pocholo Vedra, currently 17 years old.
On the left, A very tall boy was standing silently.
Looking at him makes people feel like they're looking at a tower.
Black hair, calm eyes, and has a very lean physique.
His eyes is currently wandering the airport and was holding his luggage.
HIs name is Jarem Corpuz, currently 17 years old.
Four good looking teenagers were gathered at such big place. The aunties and young ladies were looking at them with a smile.
"Let's go. It's almost time for our flight." Picking up his luggage, Ivan stood up from the chair he was sitting on.
"Alright Boss!" Aze shouted as the three boys followed behind.
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"Sigh~ That was really tiring." Sitting beside Ivan as he fiddled with the seat.
"Yep, Many people come and go so airports are really lively. " Ivan looked at the window and saw tiny buildings below.
"Everything good here?" Aze stood up and looked back. Sitting behind them were Pocholo and Jarem.
The former was wearing his headphones and reading a magazine while the latter was daydreaming.
"Yes yes everything is fine." Jarem snapped back to reality and replied.
Pocholo was still reading the magazine, clearly very engrossed at what he is reading.
Realizing everything was alright, Aze sat back.
While Ivan was admiring the view at the window, he suddenly heard a growl.
*silence*
"Uhm hehehehe My stomach started to hurt at home. So...." Aze scratched his head while holding his stomach.
"I'll go to the C.R. I'll be back right away." Aze stood up and hurriedly ran towards the comfort room.
*2 minutes later*
"I'll go to the C.R. and take a piss." Jarem stood up and excused himself from Pocholo.
Jarem arrived at his destination and knocked on the door.
"Hello? Is anyone using the toilet?" Jarem said politely. A voice was then heard replying.
"Yo, Jarem! I'm currently using the toilet!."
"Ok ok I'll wait outside." Jarem patiently stood outside of the C.R.
*5 minutes later*
"HOLY BRO! ARE YOU DROPPING A BOMB THERE OR SOMETHING! WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG! I'M ABOUT TO BURST!" Jarem screamed as he banged the door.
He was currently at his limit and he could already feel a drop spilling.
"CAN'T YOU WAIT BRO?! I'M STILL NOT FINISHED TAKING A SHIT LIKE DAMN!" Aze screamed at the door.
His stomach is still hurting even though he already mostly voided his vowels.
At the passenger seats,
"Aze's stomach really hurting huh. He's taking so long after all." Ivan already picked a magazine to read. It was too boring riding an airplane.
He then looked at the brown envelop he brought.
The purpose of them catching a flight was to represent their school in an international competition.
The Universal Research Competition or URC, is a competition that invites prestigious schools all over the world to participate.
The competition is all about presenting the latest research of their respective schools and the judges will give points based on certain criteria.
The four of them were picked as representatives of their school due to them having high grades in the school.
Not only that, they also have great speaking ability and have a good looking face...
"Sigh~ I still need to revise my part in the presentation." Ivan grabbed the envelope and opened it.
Taking the documents and carefully read it, trying to simulate scenarios in his head.
Meanwhile, in the C.R.
"I'M AT MY LIMIT AZE! HURRY UP BRO!"
"YOU GOTTA CHILL BRO I'M ALMOST DONE!"
"HURRY UP THEN!"
At the pilot's seat,
"Strange, a storm is up ahead." The captain was confused as he looked in front of him.
"Bzzt, Plane J-FB8098 here, There's a storm up ahead us. It suddenly appeared and we don't know why. Over." The co-pilot reported their situation to Summerfly's Airport control center.
"Bzzt, operator here, we also don't know why but you need to avoid it. We'll send a safe route for Plane J-FB8098. All you need is to follow it. Safe travels captain. Over." The robotic voice echoed in the cockpit.
The captain received the route and followed it.
However, the plane started to be pulled in the storm and couldn't get out no matter what.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!" Both of them screamed as they lost control of the plane.
At the passenger seats,
"Pocholo, do you have sna-" Ivan's voice was cut off as the plane started shaking. The passengers began to scream and held on to their seats.
Ivan also held the handles of his seat and looked out the window.
He couldn't believe what he saw. It was the biggest storm he had ever seen.
"MAYDAY MAYDAY, THE PLANE'S WINGS HAVE BEEN DESTROYED! PREPARE FOR EMERGENCY LANDING!" All of the passengers listened as they held on to theirs seats.
At the C.R.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS HAPPENING! I CAN FEEL MY SHITS CLINGING TO MY BUTT! IT'S FREAKING DIGUSTING!" Aze screamed at the top of his lungs as he held on to the toilet.
He was scared and disgusted at the same time due to the plane shaking.
"HOLY I'M ABOUT TO BURST! I'M ABOUT TO BURST!" Jarem clenched his groin as he held the door to avoid falling.
The shaking also scared him.
The two teenagers were helpless and frightened when they heard the captain's voice.
"AAAAHHHHHHH"
"AAAAHHHHHH"
"AAAAAAHHHHH"
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An unknown period of time passed,
"Urg!"
Ivan regained consciousness and sat up.
He held his head because of the splitting headache he is currently experiencing.
He slowly opened his eyes and was silent.
He was in a unfamiliar island...