I opened my eyes and I saw a lot of people running and shouting. A lot of survivers were hurted, so I got up and I started to help people with the help of other survivers. After a couple of hours, I managed to put together all the survivers. While I was trying to save lifes, a piece of the brohen plane hit me on the shoulder. Its was a desesperating situation and I didn’t know what to do.
After a week in the island the things changed a lot. We were all the survivers together, and all safe. We went to the jungle to search for food and water for all the people. We made a camp and every person had his or her tent. We tried to get by on with what we had because we thought that a helicopter or a boad would came to safe us, but after a month we realised that we would have to stay there longer than we wanted.
We stayed in the island two years. A lot of our friends died or they had lost in the island and we couldn’t find they. After all, we were only six survivers. We found a boat, and while we were going to it, the island vanished. We stayed in a very little boat since a big one found us and took us to a island where a lot of periodists were waiting for us.
This is what we told the periodists and all the people that asked us, but the real story isn’t this.
Pseudònim: Tintin