Its been so long since I have last heard my mom's voice. I was starting to forget things since I already had so many things to worry about here on the island. Me and a couple of other people from my group decided to go gather some fruit because we were getting really hungry and we were scared of dying. I had never been so scared before. I was scared of dying, even though I didn't have a life on this island, I had some hope inside of me. I had this feeling that we were going to get rescued. I've been like this since I was little. Whenever I had some type of hope in me, I wouldn't give up because I knew I would get what I want in the end. After gathering the fruit, we were walking and talking back to the island. And all of a sudden I heard this loud noise in the sky. I had never heard this much noise before. I looked up and saw about 7 helicopters. They came to rescue us. I was so happy I just dropped everything went to get the conch and blew it to call everyone over. The helicopters landed and rescued us. And out of one of the helicopters came out my brother. They said they were looking for us everywhere. And somehow they found out that an airplane crashed on this island so they came to rescue the surviving people. My brother said they weren't sure if the airplane was ours, but he said he had some hope in him; just like me. I felt so special for having so many people here to rescue us. I had never been so happy before.
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your story was really good. it was very entertaining and i like you're writing skills. you have good imagination. i like the part on how your brother wasn't sure if the airplane was yours but still decided to check if it was you and he was right! i also read your other blogs and they were really good. :D
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