THE CRASH
Travis Goodwin

The plane was about to land. The pilot droned on about the warm temperature and the time change. Our winter vacation on the sandy beaches of the warm Caribbean was about to start. All of the sudden the plane didn't land, it kept going. The pilot was a terrorist.

The plane went for about 2 hour before it landed. When we got out we all looked, we were on a island. It looked like a jungle around us.

I don't know what happened to the pilot, he was gone.

It was a nice island so we started walking in the jungle like woods. I looked around and there was a banana tree and a crystal-clear brook. I got one of the people that were with me to test the water, later that day he died.

After we buried the guy that died we started making a place to sleep, it was getting dark.

That next morning we woke up to the nice warm sun shining down on us. Later on that morning we went looking for food because we were getting hungry.

We walked for 2 hours. We gathered a lot of berries but that was all we found. We never saw any wild life other than birds. There did not seem to be any life on the island.

Later that night we ate all the berries. The next day we all decided we were staying on the island. It was paradise even though we all had the shits from the berries.