Samantha's brev om en farlig flyvetur

Hello to whoever found this letter. My name is Samantha, and I am a 16-year old college student from London. But enough about myself. I wrote this message because something horrible happened when my friends and I were on our journey. My friends and I always liked to mess around with little airplane models, and watch old movies about the first and the Second World War just to see the airplanes. Our college has a small group, which my friends and i created. We were five people in that group. Our main interest is about the old airplanes, from the Second World War, which I already have mentioned we saw movies about. One day when we didn’t have a lot to do or something to talk about, my friend Michael said that we should try to find an old airplane. So we started to research about an old airplane we could come out and visit, and we found an article that said we could come out and see the plane. We all drove to the airplane, and a man showed us the plane. It was on a huge field of grass. We studied it for hours, took pictures, and tried to sit in it. When the clock was 19:00 we began to drive home. We all talked about how cool it would be to fly the plane in the night. Suddenly Michael said that we should drive back later, and try to turn on the plane. He also said the he had read a lot of articles, and played a lot of flight-simulator games. We all agreed, later than night we drove back, and silently moved to the plane. It could fit three persons. Michael, Alexandra and I got up in the plane, and Michael turned the on the engine carefully. Then he began to start moving the plane, and before we knew it we were rising from the ground. It was magical to be up in the air, a feeling that I have never tried before. We flew over the landscape, over the cities, across the beaches and into the ocean. I started to get worried, and I said to Michael that he should turn the plane and fly back to where we started. As he was about to turn, the plane started to shake. Michael screamed that there weren’t more fuel, and we started to decrease. I remember that we hit the water, and the next thing ire member was that Michael and I woke up on a little island, and Alexandra isn’t to be seen nowhere. Whoever finds this, please call the life guard and the police, and tell them to start searching all the little island outside England´s West coast