Lost in the Woods
Chapter 1
The RV slowly came to a stop and wobbled back and forth. Things flew around, nearly knocking me off my feet. I flung my hands around the RV's couch, clinging to dear life. Then I shrieked in terror as the vehicle fell off the top of the summit. The RV plummeted to the ground, smashing into a few trees. I was barely breathing before I blacked out.
THREE HOURS LATER
I was in a huge daze as I frantically searched for my dad.
"Daddy?!" I screamed.
But there was no answer.
I took a several deep breaths, brushed some dirt off myself and continued looking for him. I stumbled around the wreckage and found his body. Unfortunately, my father was not as lucky as me. I shook him desperately and called his name.
"Dad?!" I cried.
A huge fragment of metal from the RV was wedged into his side with a pool of blood surrounding him. I had to do something. I checked his pulse; his heart beat was ever so slow. I quickly gathered what I could from the RV. A spatula, gauzes, some water bottles, threads, and a cushion pin. I carefully lodged the metal out of his waist with the spatula and quickly wrapped the wound. It soon stopped bleeding. Then I sutured the wound, not as well I thought that would go. I rinsed it off and let him rest. His hear beat soon returned to a normal pace.
Almost two hours later, he woke with a gasp. I was so relieved. My daddy was going to be okay. And who knows, if we make it out of this mess alive, this father-daughter vacation might not be too far gone.
TWO HOURS LATER
I explained the whole story to my dad once he was strong enough to stay conscious for more than five minutes.
Then he said, "Ha! Being you are a doctor's daughter, we'll have to work on your suturing skills."
"I tried my best!" I said with a laugh.
"Yes, and you did excellently."
I was in shock. Most fourteen-year-olds get tons of compliments from their parents, but not me. That's why it was a big deal when he said I was actually good at something.
"I love you, Dad." I said with a smile.
"I love you, too, Mickayla." my dad answered as he beamed back at me.
"I guess now that your alive we have to find food, water, and shelter." I said while observing our surroundings. We were in a deserted jungle, or at least it seemed like it.
"Umm. Yes, we should. But there's one problem. I can't move."
"I'll go get a visual on this stupid jungle while you keep watch, okay?"
"Deal." Then his face hardens. "Be careful, Mickey."
"Dad, I liked that name when I was three. Call me Kayla."
"Okay. Be careful, Kayla."
"I will be careful. Bye." I said before I approached the jungle.
