Island Story

            I woke up to water crashing on top of me. I was sandy and confused the last thing I had remembered was hearing the pilot on the intercom say “Brace for landing!”

            I was frozen from shock, the realization that I crashed landed on a what looked like an empty island drew me to tears.

            I came to my feet. I finally got a good look at the wrecked plane. It was torn to pieces, how could I have lived, but I had to search the plane to make sure.

            I planned to search the plane for all I could find clothes, metals, ropes, anything that would be useful. Hours and hours went by, and all I could find was an ipod, suitcase, and a book. I found no one alive. I started to lay out everything I found. The ipod had one album on it of course it was country that would be no help. The suitcase has clothes, a toothbrush, and deoterant in it, this would be helpful if I cared at all about my hygiene at the moment. The book was pointless because it was in German, the plane was on its way to Germany and I was one of the only Americans on board.

            I sat, covered in sand, staring off into the horizon. I must think of a plan B. I must now go into the depths of the forest hoping to find civilization. I turned my focus from the ocean to the trees, and to my disbelief there was smoke! It was approximately one mile away. I ran and ran, forgot about my injuries, and there was a since of happiness. There was life on this island. If felt as if it took me hours to get there.

            As I reached the spot were the smoke was coming from, it was empty no life other than the freshly made fire, a few bags, and man made tent. Crunch! I heard leaves behind me. “Hello?”