THE  DOOR 

Written by Luc, Kiaya, Sinead, Tahlia and Hadlee

Jordan closed the door. The cabin was stuffy with only two seats.  As he sat down in the pilot's seat he felt the rough leather under his hands.  He ignites the engine and the reliable whoosh of lift-off calms him.  Dust swirls around him as the hot Afghan sun reflects off the glass windows.  Through the dust he sees a dark shadow passing slowly by.  He quickly recognises the bright symbol of the United States Air Force.  The machine hovered close by and then through the crackling radio he managed to make out the pilot's voice, "This is our drop point.” 

Slowly he lowered the machine to the ground before hopping out with his AK47. Cautiously he moves across the terrain peering and sniffing into the brownish mist that surrounds him. Suddenly a machine-gun opens up fire and dirt goes flying.  Everyone dashes toward the nearest helicopter. ‘Ouch’, yells out someone in loads of pain.  Jordan realises that the person is his best friend!  After making a really quick decision Jordan raced out to his friend and started struggling to bring him back to the helicopters.  Before he reached safety a loud, horrifying scream pierced the air.  Blood oozed out from behind the helicoper followed by a USA Air Force pilot helmet.  Realising what had happened to his fellow recruits he stilled himself.  Sighting that his friend was dead he crawled away.  Rotors started turning and as Jordan recognised the sound of a copter taking off. He started running leaving his comrade alone.  

A couple of days later...

Jordan staggered onwards through the endless dessert, then his hopes were lifted as he saw an oasis only about a kilometre away, but a familiar thud dashed his hopes...they had found him.  Heat-seeking missiles chased him and as he jumped for the oasis he sank into the sinking sand.  The copter and missile roared past not noticing the helicopter nearby.  Jordan pulled himself out of the sand and raced for his helicopter and opened the hatch.