Maya lay on the white sand. The waves gently covered her. She blinked. And sat up and coughed. Her shirt was in shreds, hanging off her body like clothing on a line. She looked around. She was on a beach, under a palm tree. She looked around. All she saw was the trees and sand. Then she spotted her pack, camouflaged against a bush. It was all soggy, but the inners were still dry and untouched. She rummaged through it. A water bottle, her bed cover and blanket crammed into her pack, a pocket knife, sewing kit, some clothes, a book, her headphones and her phone. She changed in the shadows, then put on her pack. She needed a way to survive, and needed a way home. She found a smooth stick and cut off the top. She sharpened a stone and used her hairbands to attach it to the stick. She now had a spear to hunt down some food. She badly needed food.
The sun shone down menacingly and Maya hasn't even spotted a bird yet. She sat down on a log and sighed. She pulled herself up and started walking. Suddenly, 3 arrows came in. It pinned Mayas sleeves onto a tree. Maya screamed. A tall figure, about her age, came into view. The figure was a boy, with long, uncut hair, and a colourful mask. He held Maya's spear and took a look at her, then ran away. "Hey, you..." Maya managed to escape the arrows hold. Her head sunk. First she got shipwrecked, now her weapon was stolen. She started sewing her jacket. She finished at sunset. She tiredly put on her pack and went deeper into the forest.
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The Wind Calls
ПриключенияJoin Maya and follow her on an adventure after she is stranded on an island, longing for help. Will she make it back to New York? Or will she be left on the island for the rest of her life?
