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I open my blurry eyes to see I'm on a 

marvelous island with only hundreds of 

miles of sea on any side. I look behind 

me to only trees the size of 

skyscrapers from the beach I was 

standing on. It took me a minute to 

realize I was alone. No one is close 

to me from the looks of it. I'm just 

glad that I read that survivor book at 

my library, that I might not even ever 

see again. I try not to think about that 

and start to the enormous trees in 

front of me.   

       I'm by the trees and find a 

sharp rock and start hitting the tree 

with it. Some of the bark comes of, 

just enough for a fire. I find what I 

need and start rubbing together my 

things to make a fire. I have sticks 

and I see a spark. Faster I rub and I 

finally have a fire howling right in 

front of me. Soon I see the sun go 

down and I gather immense leaves. I 

get some sticks and pock them through 

the leaves to make a cover. That will 

do for tonight and I drift of to 

sleep.

I can only see trees from now on. 

When I look around I see fruits on tree 

and I use my tight muscles to force 

me up to get it. It's been minutes to 

minutes, hour to hour, day to day, 

week to week. I hardly can have my 

clothes be attached to my body. The sun 

beats down on me and causes me to get 

to my knees. I don't know how much 

longer I can wait until I hear 

something above. I run through the 

thick trees until I reach the beach. I 

look at myself. Bruises on my legs, 

cuts on my arms, but I don't care.  

I look out. Could that be out there a 

boat. With no doubt it is. I scream on 

the top of my lungs not caring if I 

won't be able to talk again. The boat 

comes up and I see my mom waving. 

She hops off the boat and runs over to 

me. Her long black hair over my 

shoulders and her bright blue eyes 

looking into mine, I knew even 

without my moms tears she is proud 

of me. Soon men come down and help 

me aboard the ship. My mom tells me 

that I've been gone about three weeks. 

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