As the wind scared through my face, I am in Christmas Island. The ship
accident has let most of us past away from reality. Few of people like us have
reached the hand of goodness. I have seen my friends and my parents howl at the
beginning of desperate- how the screaming daunting by the accident. I, as I
knew with my poor knowledge of geography, believe that I am near Australia and
currently the news might have report or even earlier. However, there is no food
and people seem to be ambitious to get food. Their glares are deterring each
other and the murderous look has penetrated my brain and freezes my body off as
if it is going to lead me to the road of cemetery. The first thought- escape
from those people and the first move- annihilation. The decision has made so
far in order to let me escape from this fight of avarice. I, as a teenager,
decides to fight until I reach the boundary of horizon where I can smile truly
again. If there are any impediments that obstruct me currently, then I shall destroy
them completely; if there is anyone who intends to hurts me, I shall take my opportunity
to succeed over them. Survive- The hand from the angel of last hope will not
arise for sure.
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