The Girl on the Island

1.

This is the story of how I died.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, let's start at the beginning, fun fact I don't know what the beginning is. That's kinda what I was looking for, what is my start? Let's find out. 

It was a normal day on the isle, I was picking my food, caring for the animals, and most importantly SURVIVING. 

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"Hello? Who's there?" I asked nervously. 

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Getting more and more nervous I asked once again but louder: " WHO'S THERE?" 

Being done with it, I go check out the bush, and there it was,

A TIGER, beautifully striped yellow and orange and a little of soft black and white. It looked at me right through my soul, as it was debating to attack me or not. It quickly made up its mind and attacked me, so I ran. 

Kept running

And running

running

running

BOOM

-2 HOURS LATER-

"Hmm, mmh, wher- where am I?" 

I saw a stick pushing me in the face softly, slowly opening my eyes I saw a lady, grumpy and old WITH A STICK.  "Wake up, you silly girl, you have been laying there for ages, get up your ass!" She helped me up from the place I apparently had fallen. She took my arm heavily and pushed me to her hut. 

"What happened, and who are you?" I asked anxiously. "I'm just a grumpy old lady my child, you don't have to worry about me, you are almost dead, lucky for you I slaughtered the feisty tiger." 

"Let me guess, you used your stick?" I laughed. "Don't laugh at me you nasty, if it wasn't for me you would be laying there as plankton." she gave me a cup of tea, at least I think it is tea, and I drank it. Slowly but surely my eyes were closed once again.