Alone on the Island

I look around, seagulls overhead swoop down just above my head and the sun shines down on me. Where am I?


2. Escape plan 1

I have to get off this Island if its the last thing I do. Running wildly, I tore through a row of palm trees and thrashed against the trees, until my hands were sore and splinted and my legs were tired and weak. Suddenly something shining in the sun caught my eye. I grabbed it, in its reflection I saw myself, tall, tanned, blonde wavy hair, have I always looked like this? I don't know... The mirror was plain and dull, but sharp, carefully, I started cutting branches off  tall tree. Time ticked by......

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