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Day 1: I opened my eyes, sitting up straight, only to realize that everything was turned 90 degrees to the right… …Next to us, a yellow school bus lies on its side. Pieces of glass scatters everywhere. Black smokes exit the cranky engine, traverse up to the height of an oak tree, then dissipate into the blue sky. The bus won’t ignite its fuel and start working. Blood spilt on the grass and on the bus walls. We try to shake and wake up the driver and our couch, but the responses were the two cold bodies with dark red liquid on their foreheads. Anna is deeply cut in her arm by a chunk of glass from the window, to such an extent that she sobs and groans like a three-year-old kid having his lollipop taken away. Belle has been squeezing …show more content…
Don’t give up yet guys.” No one has come for us. Not for now. Everyone has woken up, but some of them cannot walk or even sit up. We start off by spreading out and gather some firewood. . We gather all of our food and snacks which were supposed to be used after the game, and count. “Two, four, eight,… twenty-two snacks, ten water bottles, two Coca Cola cans. That’s all?” With this short supply of food, will we have enough for a week? Finally, a while later, we could barely hear the sound of a helicopter’s blade slashing the wing “whop…whop…” “Help, help!” We shout and jump. “Please come down, we need help!” “Don’t leave us.” The wind just gusts it away. A perfect blue sky. “Shit, damn that pilot. Where did he go?” Betsy picks up a pebble and throws it in the direction of the helicopter. She slams her fist against the ground and begins cursing the pilot and his family in an intimidating voice, “If you don’t come back, I swear, to God, this day next year will be the end of your family.” “Calm down, Betsy. I think someone will come eventually.”

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I’ll be your friend,” I force a smile…

Day 8: “Ariel, stop lying there.” “Diana, can’t you do something for us?” “We are low on food. Everyone, get up and go find something edible.” Isabel keeps complaining. “Shut up, you boor. You, yourself, are the one that should do something. Being the captain of the team doesn’t mean you can tell people to do things for you.” Can’t bear her annoyance, Aria speaks up against her. “Hah? You wanna fight?” “Tch… That’s why I hate those kind of people.” “Guys, guys. Please, please, stop fighting, OK? Please.” I try to settle down the burning flame between those two, and by some miracle, it did stop. Anna’s wound is worse and worse. It is turning from red to a purple-blue color. Blood suddenly leaks from her cut, dyes the gauze red. She cannot scream anymore. Her eyes are dead shut, and she breathes harder than ever before. “Someone, get some antibiotics. Hurry up!” Isabel