Alone on a Island (standard:adventure, 1507 words) [1/2] show all parts
Author: Crocker	Updated: Jul 19 2001	Views/Reads: 5362/2665	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The first story to an exciting series about love, friendship, and freedom.

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walking around and just screwing around, while I sit here, waiting for 
him to bring back to sticks. How hard was that, and why did he go so 
far out, I could find two perfectly good ones here. 

I wanted to find my brother. So, of course, I found two sticks. I then
used them as crutches and took off to the woods, in the direction that 
my lame brother went. But after awhile, and I still couldn't find him, 
I became nervous. I then saw a huge hole in the ground. I hurried over 
to it, and looked down. 

It was getting dark when I finally got down there to help him. I had
tried speaking to him, but he didn't give a response.  I shook him very 
hard by the shoulder but he didn't move. I took the vine I had found on 
the ground and lifted him up from the top. His lips were blue. He must 
have got cold over the time I was looking for him. But he was 
breathing. I took him home to get him warm. He couldn't die, I didn't 
want to lose my entire family in one day. My mind was racing when I 
watched him laying in his bed. My eyes were red as the fire. But I 
signed in relief, when he opened his eyes. I finally had the courage to 
go to bed. 

The next morning, when I walked in too my brother's room, I found him
pulling his shirt over his head. 

" Morning, how do you feel?" he asked pointing at my legs. I couldn't
believe I was walking. 

I wanted to try to hunt but Otis said, "It was to hard for a girl". But
after giving him some lip about being sexist, he agreed. 

" Do you know how to shot one of these things?" he asked. 

" No," I said, " you're going to help me". Otis showed me how to shot a
bow and arrow. 

A little while later, I was shooting pretty well. 

"What will I be doing while you're out hunting?" 

"You can go fishing," I said making a crazy look 

"Oh right. But I don't how." 

"You'll figure it out," I said handing him a spear and a basket,  "good
luck. I hope you do better then I do, because I suck at hunting," 

I said laughing. 

Otis got in the boat to go fishing. 

" Stupid sister, makes me do the harder job," he said. While he was busy
talking to himself, he didn't notice the faster current. 

I was down near the river, when I spotted a deer; I slowly raised the
bow and aimed for the throat of the animal. 

But I heard a scream. I suddenly looked towards the river and saw Otis
jump out of the boat to try to land on a rock to avoid the waterfall, 
but he missed it totally. He was quickly thrown off the falls. 

"NO"! I screamed as Otis fell of the waterfall. 

Was he dead? Was all I could think of? 

I ran down the hill to the bottom. There I found him floating face down.
I pulled him out. He was breathing. Thank god, thank you god, and thank 
you. I quickly picked Otis up in my arms and carried him off 

On my way back home something moved in the bushes. What was it? It
wasn't an Indian, it couldn't be. Then a hand came out then a body came 
out. It was a white man. 

I forgot that they were still on the Island. I couldn't 't believe it, I
thought they left. He quickly nabbed Otis from my arms and threw him 
onto the rocks. Then he grabbed my arm and began to drag me off. 

"Stop it," I screamed. Suddenly he picked me up and took me instead. I
slammed my fist on his back to try making him let go and it did 
absolutely nothing. I looked back and saw Otis still on the rocks. 

Lots of white men were watching me, when the man pulled me into the
building. The man put me in jail. 

" You'll be shipped off to the mission in the morning, then sold as a
slave. 

"What did I do?" 

"Nothing." 

"Then why I'm I here?" 

"We hate Indians." 

"You killed my people?" 

"Yes I did." 

"Why." 

Otis was only pretending to be unconscious, so he could see where the
man was taking his sister. He had secretly followed the man into the 
building, and slowly knocked off each and every white slave trader. 

I noticed Otis walking up behind the man who was talking to me. He was
about to turn around, so I quickly grabbed his pant legs to make him 
turn back around to face me. Otis quickly bashed the man's head with a 
piece of a chair 

"Otis," I screamed happily "I thought you were dead?" 

"No just badly hurt," he said taking the keys from the dead man and
releasing me 

"How did you get in?" 

"I was only pretending to be unconscious, I was about to say something
to you, but I saw the white man. So I acted unconscious. Surprisingly 
he left me there. So I followed you back and killed all the white men." 


"Thanks for your help." 

"It's ok," he said. 

"Now let's get out of here." 

Otis and I got sick of the Island. So one morning I built an boat it was
a good boat. The next day we were gone for good. Otis hated the Island, 
but not me. Maybe I'll come back, but for now I'm leaving it alone. 


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