Branch and Palm Trees Essay

It was raining, I didnt equal rain. In fact, I didnt like any kind of weather. That was why I only leftover my house when I had to. I was just heading to my bed so I could relax and finish the book that I was currently reading, it was closelywait, I forgot the name..it was something just about a girl who volunteered for her smaller baby to fight to the death.wait It was called The Hunger Games then(prenominal) It was all a amnesia and I was sound asleep.I woke up to the sound of crashing waves and the taste of salt and sand grains in my mouth. I opened my eyes, and at first I vista I was dreaming. Somehow, after a while, I could fork it wasnt a dream. It was real. All I could see was blue salt urine crashing on the sand shore in front of me. I stood up and touched the water, it felt fairly warm so I could tell I was somew here(predicate) besides California (where I lived at the time). I look over the horizon to see only blue skies. This worries me. I am serene in my pajam as that are yellow with green treat corners.I turn close to and see a fairly size island with mostly all palm trees packed together into groups. I skip over walking to the palm trees, my feelings to what has just happened were kind of jumbled and I was confused. Im halfway to the closest palm tree when I chance upon the bushes on my left side rustling. It could be my imagination or it could be the ocean breeze. I didnt go to sleep which. To my surprise, it was neither. I push past the bush only to see a huge lizard log out.I shook that off and go on walking towards the palm trees again. I reach the edge and start walking in. The farther I went in the darker it would get because of the dense vegetation. I had nothing else to do, so I continued walking farther and farther in. I tried carving lines into both tree trunk I passed so I could possibly consider my way back. Eventually I gave up on that (It was to much work). The sunbathe was going down and now all I was thinking about was where I was going to sleep. I came up with the idea to make a cushion of some kind and then put it up in a stable tree branch. I took the most comfortable looking at leaves, stacked them on top of each other and hoped for the best.I woke up in the morning dazed and I could feel the sun rays beaming across the side of my face and my shoulders. The sun is out, hardly its still freezing. I started looking around for food because my stomach was growling, and to my surprise on that point was a pile of mangos piled neatly at the foot of a tree trunk. At the moment, I wasnt thinking about how they got there like that, I was thinking about how delicious they looked. I reach over, gimmick the best looking one I can find, and shove roughly half of it in my mouth and I dropped the second half. There was a skeletal looking man walking toward me with a knife pointed toward me. At first he was yelling at me saying things, like it took him 3 days to get the mangos. Then he was qu estioning me, asking, How did you get here? Where are you from? and what do you want? I told him that I didnt know how I got here, I was from California, and all I wanted was to go home.He told me that if I was hungry he could provide me with some, but very little food. I thought it was better than nothing so I followed him. He stopped in front of a fairly sized sea chantey made out of palm tree branches and bamboo sticks. It sure did look a lot better then the leaf bed I made. He pushes aside the seaweed curtain and proceeded to lead me in. There is no kind of furniture, but I am not surprised. I sit down around the fire he had going. He walks back to the fire with a dead, sputter monkey on a stick. Doesnt look very appetizing but its better than nothing. He holds over the fire and easily turns it until it is done cooking. He rips off a leg and hands it to me. I reach for it reluctantly.Right away he cuts down into the monkey. He moldiness have been very hungry, but so am I. I bite down into the thigh and it tastes a lot better than I thought it would. I am alarmed by the sounds of a helicopter. I armorial bearing out to see that helicopter landing on the open beach. at one time it had landed I ran toward the window and started banging on it. All I wanted to do was return home. After a while of utterance to the men from the helicopter they told me they actually werent looking for me but for the haggard man I was with. He had been on that Island for 4 years Then they tell me that they testament only have room for him. They say that they will have to come back for me later. But how much later? Great.