As we were on the plane the engine began to fail we were beginning to think that this was our last journey together. Then quickly, the doors to the plane opened. Everyone had a parachute as if this was the plan little did I know, it was. I threw on the first parachute I could find and when Cole stuttered the words "go" we jumped. Two-thousand feet in the air, it felt like we were flying for once in our lives, all our problems and worries driven away by the cold wind on our flesh, freed from our cells, the ones we have been in since the start of preschool. We were now about 1000 feet from the ground. Ready to open our parachutes at any moment. Finally we pulled the cords that would release them. We all made it down with no problems, although we have never once done this. We walked for miles until we made sure that the island was uninhabited and it was. We started to build our houses in the summer heat of June. Our journey may have taken a year, but at least now, we had a place to call home.
