I hear the birds chirping, the waves crashing against the white sand beach.
It was a new day, another chance to escape. The island wasn't even that bad it was starting to get bad though. It seemed as almost there was a storm brewing. Yet it was still sunny. The wind was cold and made us shiver.
We drug our tired bodies down to the beach to take a rinse off.
We have been here 1 week. It was time to leave.
We decided we would build a "boat" it would not be like our boat, but it would float and get us to civilized land.
So we started our second escape plan.
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RandomA rich family takes there annual trip. A storm brews and the family is ripped apart. Only to find some alone. Read the story to find out what happens.
