“Let's do this.” We gathered many of the big branches that fell during the storm of 10 days ago. They would be perfect for what we planned to do. When the sun started to set, we had all of our materials ready to go. We both worked together to get things done. A few days later, a small fort protruded from the ground. It was like a small tree growing, except in a hyperlapsed speed. After 5 days passed, we had a full on shelter. It looked very aesthetic. The branches were all lined up, fastened together with a rim of braided leaves. It wasn't the most sturdy. It was definitely not good for long term. But I was right about one thing. Ally was good with the strength. Sure, this wasn't what she originally wanted to do, but as soon as she got back …show more content…
We could take sticks and put them in a big heap, and then make a spark using the rocks as a flint. And guess what? It actually worked! We’ll be off of this island in no time! Ally is a lot cooler than I originally thought. At first, she seemed very snotty and mean. But now that I know what she’s actually like, I know that she has a nice heart. The people who had surrounded her turned her attitude into a sour lemonlike thing. Now that they aren't influencing her decisions, she can actually speak for herself. A few days later, it was time. The sky was cloudy like when we arrived here mistakenly, so the planes might have a harder time finding us. Ally and I had to make multiple flares, just incase they didn't work. But now we have plenty backup, and we're ready to rumble. I'm honestly kind of sad that I have to leave. I got to learn so much about what happens in the wild, and I now know how to survive. Also, I had made a friend. That opportunity didn't come by very often for me, especially if they were higher up on the popularity chain than me. Ally came over with 3 flares. She had the stones for the flint, and the sticks strung together in their piles. I heaved a long …show more content…
I loved parties now, although I used to hate them. Popularity was consuming my life. As I fell down on my bed, I heard the crinkle of paper. It was the newspaper from 7 years ago. But how did it get on my bed? I don't know. The front page had the headline, Teenage Girls Found on Mo’ora Island. I flipped through the article, my mouth widening in shock. It wasn't until then that I remembered about Ally. When we had finally arrived home, we were both whisked away to our parents. I had never seen her again. I had tried to forget about the island. Some would consider it a traumatic experience, but I thought of it as an adventure. To cover up that feeling, I changed the way I acted. I purposely didn't study as much. I made a bunch of new friends. They weren't real, but they were as authentic as I could get in that situation. I smiled as I finished reading the article, trying to think of my old 14 year old self. For once in my life, now, I wasn't a nerd. I had hidden my intellectual side and I had all of these fake friends once I got back from the island. They were awful, and it was impossible for me to let them to become real