When I entered the polished and neatly organized big white plane, I never thought anything would go wrong. I woke up to find myself on an extremely hot and sunny desert island, filled with bright green, shiny palm trees containing juicy bright yellow hard felt apples. The simple solid plane I was in earlier shattered into small pieces of broken glass and metal when it crashed into the wet, slimy coffee-colored sand and burned with red-orange flames. . After becoming aware of this thrilling incident, I started running, pressing my steps eight inches into the light brown, slimy, slimy sand, looking in all directions with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four more survivors, we began moving our weak little legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Arriving at our destination which was a small space filled with dark shadows blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly lower over my light hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was woken up the next day by a growling sound coming from my empty stomach. My long, shapely legs, pale and toned, pivoted across the warm, dry sand to a beautiful linden-leaved tree. I saw fresh, shiny green apples, they were smooth and extremely moist. The juice flowed into my mouth, forcing me to taste the mixture of sour and sweet. As I looked down this long, wide rocky path, I saw thousands of glistening apple trees. Reaching out, I removed copious amounts of fresh apples from the rough, dark brown branch of the pokey tree. Acting as leader, I grabbed each hand-picked apple and placed it in the swollen, sweaty palms of each survivor. As a water source we were going... middle of paper ... light appeared, my eyes started to squint trying to block the sunlight coming in. I failed and immediately woke up to my burning watery red. eyes. David ran through the rough gray sedimentary rocks and through the bright green leaves of the trees with an idea. “To be rescued, we would have to make a big SOS sign with stones so that planes flying overhead could see it,” he said. I thought the idea was amazing, so we all got together placing stone after stone deep into the wet, glistening mud like sand. After 12 hours of hard work, we were finally done. While we waited anxiously day after day for help, we finally received it. Fifteen days later, a huge smooth plane landed on the island. As the plane slowly took off from the almond-colored ground with a turbo sound, I felt that we had all learned, in any situation, that we had to stick together to survive...