Washed Up

• Rachel Jordan, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2008

What, where am I? I sit up, but as I do my head starts aching like a REALLY big headache. I reach up to put my hand on head to try and relieve the pain. But it doesn’t work so I put my hand back in my lap, but as I do I notice that I’ve got something red on my hand. I suddenly realize that… OH NO I’ve got a huge cut on the right side of my face!! I feel around it to see how deep and big it is. It’s not too deep thank goodness, but it is pretty big.

Putting my pain aside, I look up to see where I am. I gaze around looking for anything that might give me a clue to where I am. But all I see is white sandy beaches and a dense forest behind me. I soon come to the fact that im on a deserted island. I start to think to myself what if no one ever finds me? I’ll be trapped on this strange island forever! All my friends and family gone! I decide to get up and have a look around. That is if there’s anything to look at!

It’s been at least an hour now and everything looks the same. All the trees look the same; all the entwined vines look the same, even all the rocks look the same shape! WAIT what’s that! Its looks like some sort of hut. Maybe there’s a village nearby that could help me get off this island.

I creep forward to try get a look at the people that live there. I realize that they are black people. I start thinking to myself what if… what if they don’t like white people? What if they want to eat me? I slowly back away, and when I think its clear I turn around and start sprinting back to the deserted beach. But as I do I stumble into someone. It’s a, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The next thing I know I wake up in a tent with two guards out the front of it. I start to panic, how will I ever get off this freaky island now? I put my head in my lap and start crying. Just then someone comes in and askes me what was wrong? I tell that person that all I want do is go home to my family; I don’t want to be eaten by you and your people. EATEN, why on earth would we want to eat you?
You’re only a child for goodness sake. Besides it’s against our religion to eat white meat.

Will you help me get home then? It would be my pleasure to help you. I shall have a boat ready for you to sail on by tomorrow morning. Oh I can’t thank you enough!

THE END