I dont own the lord of the files, yada yada yada
Sarah
I survey the terrain. Rocky, a lagoon near the shore where I washed up. I check around for others. Assured of my privacy, I check my pack. Everything is in order, aside from a few slightly crushed granola bars. One mirror, one pack of water purification tablets, a full water bottle, an empty notebook and pencil case. A swiss army knife, rope and some beef jerky. And then some other stuff that I dont even bother checking yet. I think back to how my foster mother saying how stupid it was to carry around my survival supplies. Where IS my foster mother, anyway? I think. Where is anyone? Surely someone else survived the wreck...
A voice cried out then- "Hi! Wait a minute!"
So here is the first chapter. I'm not even sure if i should continue posting it, so please comment! If you like it say so and I will post more!