Castaway Island

Chapter 2

Chapter2

I have fallen asleep. When I awaken I am confused. This is not the yellow bedroom with pictures all around. Or even the boat. Oh, I am here on... Scratchy Island. I hit my self. Why did I name the island, that? Am a crazy…already???? I start to scratch all over. Then, I realize that while I was asleep hundreds of mosquitos have been dining on me! Since when was my body a restaurant? I have an open cut on my leg where I have been scratching, while asleep. The cut is about 3 inches. I might have an infection. I heard one time, that mosquitos carry diseases. My only choice is to take to the water. Sure, the mosquitos are gone but they might come back. As I run I think about those blood sucking, mosquitos. How am I going to keep them away? Fire! No, no. I have no matches. I have no experience on this kind of thing. I have never been camping, never learned about edible plants. I spend my days swimming and ice skating at the arena and public pool. Or rather I did. Now I snap back to reality. I walk into the ocean and wince. The salt water is pain to my open wound. But I think it's good for it, Right? I am scared. Scared, that a shark will come and try to eat me. “Maybe, a shark should come and bite off my leg. After all I’m acting like an idiot. This water is to shallow for a shark to swim in. I close my eyes and float on my back. The cool water refreshes my pores. In fact it inspires me to dive deep into the water. My fingers scoop the soft sand at the bottom of the ocean. My very own swimming pool.  Miles and miles of ocean all for me.  No, I tell myself, do not be an idiot. My lungs can’t take the ocean water anymore so; I push up to the surface. I gulp up air, like I would gulp down banana cream pie. I’ve been out here 10 minutes and it seems like two. Finally, after looking for shells at the bottom, I realize I'm way further out than I thought. Luckily, I can see the island. I start to swim back and, then I see it. It’s not a shark. It’s only a stingray. Opps. I try to swim away, but my hands won't move.  I am paralyzed with fear. How long will it take for to actually sting me? The stingray moves closer and closer. My feet kick. But it is useless. I will either drown, or be stung. The stingray is slow. Will my death be slow? The gray, slimy evil thing is near. I can't move my feet now. So, I start sinking. I think I am about 15 feet under when I black out.

                                                               Sorry for the Short Chapter People!

I have fallen asleep. When I awaken I am confused. This is not the yellow bedroom with pictures all around. Or even the boat. Oh, I am here on... Scratchy Island. I hit my self. Why did I name the island, that? Am a crazy…already???? I start to scratch all over. Then, I realize that while I was asleep hundreds of mosquitos have been dining on me! Since when was my body a restaurant? I have an open cut on my leg where I have been scratching, while asleep. The cut is about 3 inches. I might have an infection. I heard one time, that mosquitos carry diseases. My only choice is to take to the water. Sure, the mosquitos are gone but they might come back. As I run I think about those blood sucking, mosquitos. How am I going to keep them away? Fire! No, no. I have no matches. I have no experience on this kind of thing. I have never been camping, never learned about edible plants. I spend my days swimming and ice skating at the arena and public pool. Or rather I did. Now I snap back to reality. I walk into the ocean and wince. The salt water is pain to my open wound. But I think it's good for it, Right? I am scared. Scared, that a shark will come and try to eat me. “Maybe, a shark should come and bite off my leg. After all I’m acting like an idiot. This water is to shallow for a shark to swim in. I close my eyes and float on my back. The cool water refreshes my pores. In fact it inspires me to dive deep into the water. My fingers scoop the soft sand at the bottom of the ocean. My very own swimming pool.  Miles and miles of ocean all for me.  No, I tell myself, do not be an idiot. My lungs can’t take the ocean water anymore so; I push up to the surface. I gulp up air, like I would gulp down banana cream pie. I’ve been out here 10 minutes and it seems like two. Finally, after looking for shells at the bottom, I realize I'm way further out than I thought. Luckily, I can see the island. I start to swim back and, then I see it. It’s not a shark. It’s only a stingray. Opps. I try to swim away, but my hands won't move.  I am paralyzed with fear. How long will it take for to actually sting me? The stingray moves closer and closer. My feet kick. But it is useless. I will either drown, or be stung. The stingray is slow. Will my death be slow? The gray, slimy evil thing is near. I can't move my feet now. So, I start sinking. I think I am about 15 feet under when I black out.

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I know this isn't a time to show you a video but, here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs7XB5X1U48&NR=1&feature=endscreen