If I was stuck on a island, I would yell to the top of my lungs. Trying to get a plane's attention, but there was no planes coming by. That sucks because it was me and my family. No one else was nearby. I looked just a little to see if anyone else was here. It was really cold. We had a blanket, compass, and a bag of chips. I was glad we had a compass. My brother said we can use it to go by and find directions. We walked slowly to the open space, there was a bear and I said to faint and they did. The bear didn't do nothing. The bear was in the open field we were going to. A plane flew over us. We walked back to the spot were the plane crashed and just sat there. My mom went to get the bag of doritos. We ate the bag of doritos. We sat and slept. We wake up and my dad went to go get the compass. We couldn't find our way out. My brother whisper to us saying there was a cougar. We screamed to the top of my lungs again. We ran and it chased us. while we were running we picked up rocks and through them. My mom wasn't as fast so we got a big pointy rock and shoved it in its eye and it ran off. We kept running to the plane. We got there and we saw another plane we yelled and threw rocks at it. the plane turned around and landed on the street. We ran to the plane and I was the first one in the plane.
The end or is it
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