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Anonymous, ’24.

“I have always wanted to write a fiction story about being stranded alone on an island and the emotions you might be going through.”

We’re losing altitude. I’ll try to control the plane but we are going to crash. That is what I heard on the loudspeaker on the airplane. I never thought the first time I’ve ever been on a plane it was going to crash due to all the people talking about how much they love traveling. I looked out the window; at first the trees looked small but we were falling fast because now the trees were as big as the Empire State Building. I knew there wasn’t much time left and everyone was bracing themselves for the crash. Mothers squeezing their kids tight under them like it would help them survive the crash, while screams of terror filled the plane. Five seconds later we hit the ground and that’s all I could remember. The next thing I know I peer through the leaves and find myself alone in lots of pain; there was no civilization around only trees on one side and the ocean on the other. I was stranded on a deserted island. 

Everyone around me was either dead or about to be. I felt sick to my stomach and was questioning how my body was still intact. I didn’t know how I was going to survive.  I would have to learn to hunt if I were to get food and survive. Speaking of food, I was already hungry since I had been on the plane with none for four hours. I didn’t know where I would get water and if there were any freshwater lakes and not just the sea. I was wondering if I should just kill myself because that sounded like a lot of easier of a idea then work super hard to only eventually end up dying if no one were to find me.  But then I realized that there was a supply of food on the plane to feed the passengers. I was hoping that none of the water and soda poured out but Idk what I was thinking of course it was we just crashed. I checked to see if the food was still edible and some of it was but it would only last me a couple of days, and I don’t think anyone is coming to this island anytime soon. Maybe a ship would come by eventually, I thought but it was useless. No one for sure was coming to this island and if a ship were they probably wouldn’t even see me.I would need to make something to show them I was stuck on the island. I gathered the supplies I had, and started to build a shelter and fire. I had been using what I had learned from the Tv series I would watch about the wild. Believe it or not I made a roaring fire and not even 30 minutes later, the ship came by and saw the fire. It had only been 3 hours after the plane crash. I saw the boat coming closer to the island. It was a miracle and I will make it back home alive. So I quickly packed up everything I had while they were getting closer. They dropped the anker in the water and slowly pulled up to the shore. 

Once they stopped I hopped on to the boat. I thought I was home free until It wasn’t hard or long after I realized what I had got myself into.  I was on a ship full of pirates that looked mean and wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I tried to jump off the ship while I was still close to shore but it was too late they had me on the ground and I couldn’t move. I don’t know where they were taking me but I knew it wasn’t any place good. I thought we were at the place because of all the ruckus they were making, but it turned out another ship was heading right for us, at least that’s what I heard up above while I was still locked up under the boat. I think another boat was trying to take over the ship and become the leader of everyone. I hope these guys were way nicer because I didn’t want to stay down here any longer. The loud battle continued until I heard a loud voice scream “ok ok we forfeit we’ll give him up. I was confused because I didn’t know what they had meant when they said we’d give him up because I wasn’t very special. There might have been someone else down here that I didn’t see but It was unlikely. A few seconds later they came down and untied me. They said if I moved or tried to swim away I’d die, so I just listened to their orders. They brought me on a small boat and rowed me over to the other boat. I had no idea what the other privates wanted with me.  I was a nobody or was stranded on an island. It turned out they just wanted to tell me where to find the nearest McDonalds and they would let me free. So I just said Southwest in Bronxville, New York, is the one I go to. I thought I was free to go and they were going to take me back home but they just used me to know which direction to go to reach land. After that they didn’t need me anymore so they stabbed me right through the heart.