My name is Samantha; I am born in London and I am 17 years old. I had a dreadful accident last summer. We were flying in a helicopter. My little brother, big brother, parents and me. But sudden the helicopter will not fly anymore, and we and we collapsed. But it was not just a little accident. It was and will always be my saddest accident I've been in. My parents and brothers died. I hate to tell this story every time, because I always cry at the situation which happened in front of my face. I saw it all. How they was burning, and screaming after help. But there was only me, as viewed from the water onto them.
I saw an island, and began swimming into it. I could see that it was a desert island; I could not get some help here. There will not be anyone who could hear me, so I started looking for paper and anything I could write with. Fortunately, I had a piece of paper in my right pocket. But what should I write to? I went over to the tree and began to "cut" anything of it. It could be used as a pencil. I wrote and wrote all the important words, so it was important that he / she understood that I was all alone and was in trouble. I found a bottle and threw it into the water, hoping that someone found the message. After some three hours I began to be hungry. My stomach was noisy and I only waited for help. I started to climb up the trees and look for coconuts. It was the best coconuts in the world.
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