I’ve been stuck on a desert island for a very long time. I don’t know how many days or months I’ve been here, but I need help. Maybe I should start with how I landed on this island. You better listen closely, because it’s a long story. Well, it started as a normal day at the beach in Los Angeles. My friends and I were having a good time at the beach. We took a swim in the ocean most of the day and laid down on our blankets for the rest of the day. Lola, one of my friends, had been asked from one of the guys at the beach if we wanted to take a trip in yacht with them. I tried to convince them that it was a bad idea, but they didn’t listen to me. They were so drunk and I was the only one who was sober. I followed with them, so I could keep an eye on them. I texted my parents, saying that I’d stay at one of my friends’ house. They didn’t seem to care since they didn’t answer my text. Few moments later, the yacht started to drive slowly. I walked to one of the guys, Jordan, asked him where we were going. He told that we’d only drive around the city. I couldn’t stop noticing that the chauffeur starts to turn around and drive out of the city. I ran to him and asked what he was doing. He said that one of the guys, Jordan, asked if the chauffeur could drive a little bit out of the city. I started yelling at Jordan, before I could say something. It started to rain really hard and then a surge took over the whole yacht. I woke up, finding myself on this desert island and I couldn’t find my friends nor the other guys that I’ve been with. It’s now why I’m writing this to you, I’m really counting on you to find me. I need you to contact my parents, their address is down below. When you tell them that you know where I am, they’ll know what to do. If that doesn’t work, then find another way, because I don’t think I will survive much longer.
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