Lost

You went hiking with some friends, took off on your own for a while, and got lost.

You've wandered around all day looking for your friends, but you can't find them anywhere.

What is the first thing you do? Have you brought food, water, and maps along, or are you the freewheeling type who just comes as you are? What thoughts are going through your head? How do you feel? Write about the situation.

Oh, my, god. Where are they?  I told Sarah and Charlotte that I would meet back up with them right here in a half hour. And that was 2 hours ago. This is not good. There are wild animals in these parts, plus, it was getting dark, and I had no food or water. Bears, wolves, some rabid animals. Just thinking about that is getting me even more worried. What if I never find my way out? What if I die, right here, waiting for someone to find me? Calm down, I tell myself, I will find my way out. Wait, the walky talky! I can use this to communicate with Sarah and Charlotte. I dug around my purse, which I had brought along with no supplies in it except for my wallet, lotion, makeup (but I don't think that the animals really care if I have extra long lashes, thanks to Revlon, or glossy lips, thanks to Bonne Bell) and a Tide-to-go instead of a backpack filled with hiking gear, and food and water.

 I finally managed to find it, under all that junk. I turned it on. "Hello," I said into it, "Can anyone here me?" I waited a few minutes without getting a response. "Whe-" someone started, but got cut off. What just happened? No, no, this is not happening. My walky talky batteries died. How am I going to get someone to help me find the way out. I paced around the little clearing in which I was standing. Crunch. What was that? I bet it's a rabid animal. I was right, I will die right here. Getting attacked by a wild animal. I love you mom, dad, I thought. I shut my eyes.

"I wonder where she could be." Wait, was that people talking? This one sounded a lot like Charlotte.

"I have no idea," someone who sounded a lot like Sarah said. It must be in my head. This sucks. I was going crazy.

I opened my eyes. But there they where, standing right in front of me.

"Charlotte, Sarah, is that really you?" I asked.

"Uh, ya. Who else would it be?" Sarah said.

"Why where you over here, instead of right over there, where we said we would meet?" asked Charlotte.

"Wait," I said, "What are you talking about? The spot we were supposed to meet is right over there?"

"Ya, and we were waiting for hours," Charlotte said.

"We were just leaving, because we figured you had just gone up to the car without waiting for us, when we noticed something in this clearing. Good thing we did, or else you would have been here for a while," Sarah said.

"Thanks you guys," I said, and I really did mean it. "Without you, I probably wouldn't have made it through the night. Come on, it's getting dark out, and I don't want to be lost out here any longer."

With the help of my friends, we found our way back to our car.

3 Minute Drill

The boy was enthralled with the present that his mother had wrapped for him, which was sitting under the tree, waiting for him. I wonder what it is, he thought. This present was so big, it took up most of the space under the tree. "I know", he said to himself, "it's that large remote controlled car that I wanted." He imagined himself outside, guiding the car down the sidewalk, showing off to all his friends. He knew that they would all be jealous of him, since everybody wanted that new remote controlled car. It was one of those things that everybody had to have. "Yes," he said out loud,"I'm sure that is the size of the box that it comes in,"What else could it be if it wasn't that?" 

He had always dreamed of being the first 10 year old boy that has the Megatron 400! It was so special that even a couple of girls wanted it! And not very often do girls of Greenwood want something that was meant for boys to play with. "hmmm." i am goping to open itright this instant. The boy ripped and shredded the colorfi\ul wrapping paper and he discovers it was not what he had asked Santa for. What he opened was a Wilson basketball which he had no use for when his parents enrolled him in basketball without his apporval. He was more of a soccer kind of guy. He has no clue what to say to his parents, especially after the look on there faces. They asked him what he thought of it and all he had said was that is was nice. He was not pleased at all, he has no intention of playing basketball, and he didn't get the present he wanted for Christmas. "what else could go wrong?" he says to himself.

He maybe should have knocked on wood, because 4 of his friends got the Megatron 400 for Christmas and were shwoing it off to all the girls. The people who got the remote control truck were rubbing in his face and teasing him because he didn't have one. He told them all to shut up. That wasn't the best thing to say, the teacher heard and sent him right to the principle's office. "This has been the worst Christmas ever!" he screamed into his parents face. 

5. The air was bitter cold as I stepped tentatively on the treacherous, ice-covered sidewalk. I steadied myself in a clumsy, jerking motion. "I hope he appreciates this," I grumbled. I was shopping for the one gift he wanted and I needed to brave the blizzard in order to pick it up. Snow blinded me and I ducked my head as the heavy flakes pelted my winter hat. I opened the door to the old shop at the end of the street. I hadn't really noticed it before, but he had said what he wanted most was inside this dilapidated building. The bell on the door tinkled as I yanked it open. What I found inside was almost indescribable. (half page) 

The store was filled with animals. Of all kind. Anything from fish, parrots, dogs, even some snakes.I had not been expecting this. Maybe some type of electronics store, since dad was such a computer nerd, but not a pet shop. Ever since I was a little kid, I had wanted a pet. Either a dog or cat. Since my mom was allergic, we couldn't get any of the ones I had wanted, but now that they divorced, and I was living with my dad, I hadn't even thought about it.


I didn't see anyone in here, not even working. Huh, wonder where they are, I thought. Just as I started down the first row of pets, I heard a noise behind me. I spun around.

I had come face-to-face with a short, old, wrinkly, mean looking woman, wearing a shirt with Gertrude's Pet Store written on the front . "Welcome to Gertrude's Pet Store," she said in a nasally voice, without any enthusiasm. "What can I help you with today?"


I thought for a moment, "Um, I'm not sure actually. You see, my dad sent me to this store, and said that it would be ready when I got here."

"Oh," the old woman said, "So you're Sarah. Yes, your father mentioned that you would be stopping by today."

She left me standing in the middle of the aisle, and went into the room marked employees only. I was only waiting a few minutes when she returned with a bag, and a little puppy, with light brown fur, in a carrying case. Oh my God, oh my God. All of a sudden, a smile appeared on my face. I was ecstatic. A puppy, all for myself. Well, and dad.


"Yes, here she is," the woman said, "Your father has pre-paid, so you can just leave." She looked happy telling me to go. But it didn't matter to me, because I was the one with the puppy. I took her with pleasure and walked out of the store. It felt like a dream. I walked home feeling dazed. How had I not figured out dad was getting us a dog? He is terrible at keeping secrets. I took Lily, which I had decided to name her, out of the carrying case and rummaged around the bag looking for a leash. Finding it, I attached it to the collar around Lily's neck, and walked quickly back to my house, away from the blizzard.

 Once I got home, I ran inside, with Lily trailing not far behind me and hugged my dad, who was reading the paper. 

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," I told him over and over again.

"I thought you would like your present," Dad said.

 He walked to the garage. When he came back, he was holding a dog bed in his hands.

"Here," he said as he handed it to me, "Your dog can sleep on this. Either in your room or by the back door. Having a dog is a huge responsibility. But I think your old enough to handle it. Don't make me regret this."

"I won't," I replied. Lily and I walked up the stairs to my room, leaving dad to his paper.