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Jade is a 16 year old girl who got washed up on Kitterland. She loses everything, including her beloved best friend Victoria. Can she possible survive?



4. Stuck In Kitterland



Feet aching, arms sore, hands raw, knees scratched, but I kept walking to try and find something to eat. Eyes darting around, looking at trees, trying to spot a type of food that I could eat, it was exhausting. Starting to walk back to the shore, where Victoria’s body and my phone full of precious memories was, my feet ached like mad. I spotted a piece of paper flapping on a tree, and I plucked it out of the tree. It was blank, and then I spotted a plastic bottle with a pen stuck inside. I prised the pen out of the bottle and I sat down on the hard, dusty ground. ‘Please help me. I’m stuck on an island that I think is Kitterland. Come and help me ASAP please! Jade x’ I scribbled down on the paper in my neat writing. I rolled up the piece of paper and put it in the bottle. Throwing the bottle in the sea as far as I can possibly throw, it never felt so good throwing something. I wished that I had an umbrella because it had started to rain, and it was cold. Shivering, I rubbed my hands against each other to make warm friction.

The raining soon stopped, but I would have liked to have some warm food to warm myself up, but that was impossible without a fire. I had no idea how to make a fire without matchsticks or a lighter. Different ideas swirled around my head, many of them ridiculous. One of my more possible ideas to do was to get two broad sticks and spend ages making friction to make sparks of fire. There must be an easier way to make fire. I hunted my mind for an easier way, and I found a suitable, more easier method. Standing up from the cold, grassy ground, before running to a nearby huge tree. I picked up a couple of sticks that fell during the heavy rainstorm, and found a big log. I wished I had a pocketknife to cut a hole in the log, but I managed to make a hole with one of the smaller sticks. A smaller stick fitted perfectly in the hole, and I took all of the sticks and the log under a much bigger and much safer tree. Throwing the wooden pieces on the ground, I sat down next to the pile and pulled out the log. I inserted a smaller stick in the little hole I made earlier, and I twisted the stick around and around quickly. Tiny sparks appeared soon and a fire was started in a couple of long minutes. Grinning proudly, I made a fire. I never had started a fire before.

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