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Survival Story
but to spend the night there. The entrance door ter several tries, sparks of fire started to appear.
was stiff. The door burst open after a couple of I slowly blew the branches then “BOOM!” Fire
attempts. The open door creaked as a breath of started. Proud of myself, jabbing the fish with a
wind caused it to move on its rusty hinges. I was sharp stick, I put it slightly over the fire. It tasted
startled. A long time ago, the house had lived uncooked and bland, but at least, it helped the
and breathed. With layers of dust covering every emptiness in my stomach.
surface of the floor, I had no idea where to stay
that night. ONE WEEK PASSED
My only option was the sofa which was a little One night I woke up with people calling my
bit cleaner than the rest. I covered the sofa with name, “Ava! Ava! Are you here!?” It sounded like
a large plastic sheet I found. The restless night my mother and other men. Surprised and think-
went by slowly. Waking up with a stuffy nose I ing I had lost my mind. “I’m here,” I shouted
was starving and decided to go fishing. I made back. “They probably found the trail,” I said to
a fishing rod with a long branch and a couple myself. I scurried to where the sound was com-
of long threads from my shirt. Tying a worm ing from. After searching for a while, there they
at the end of the thread I threw it in the river. stood, my mother and three policemen. “MOM!”
Worn out, I caught 2 fishes. I had to cook it, of I called out. They all looked in my direction at
course, so I started collecting wood for fire. On once. I had never been more relieved and happy
a tinder nest I made a notch, then placed a bark to see my mom. She ran towards me crying, and
below the v-shaped cut and started spinning. Af- hugged me without any hesitation.
