There we all were,
stuck on the island. Skevie and Abbey were cutting down trees, Emma
helping every now and then, Claire was searching for wood, whilst
me and Hayley were trying to stop Digby from running away. We were
creating a boat!
When at last we were ready
to go, Digby began to whimper. He was sad in a way, he was leaving
a place he loved. Setting off was very hard. Emma, Abbey and Skevie
were not joining us, so we had to say goodbye.
Half way there, Claire
fell overboard, dragging me in with her! Digby fell too, and (trying
hard not to sink) we swam for our lives! Not long after, Hayley
joined us, gasping for breath and pointing aimlessly. Driving up
was a massive boat.
"Help!" we screamed.
It was so dramatic! Just
like a film! Before I knew what was happening, Hayley was hoisting
me into the boat. I suddenly went dizzy, and everything turned black.
Waking up with my hair
full of sand and soaking wet made me jump! I was back at home! Questions
raced through my mind: How had I arrived back at home? Where were
Claire and Hayley? What had happened to the island? My questions
were unanswered. Looking back on what happened, I don't think anyone
will believe it, but one thing’s for sure, I always will!