Home Sweet Home Writing

I sat up, trembling, then it came out, the scream. So loud. I stopped screaming and just waited and waited. Suddenly I heard a very faint scream from the back of the plane. As I got up to go and investigate, my luggage had somehow exploded open and my toothbrush was sitting on me. I brushed it off and pattered to the back of the plane to find a massive pile of luggage with a little face poking out. Their freckled face was like watermelon seeds. I gripped the topmost luggage bag and heaved it off the person. “Thanks!” The little kid pulled herself out and winced in agony. “Hey are you alright?” She heaved her leg forward and I saw that her leg looked dislocated. “Wow….” Luckily I knew how to fix it. And I did! “So… what’s your name?’’ I asked the little girl. But she was crying, I got out my superman box of tissues and took one out and wiped her little eyes. And her nostrils were filled with blood, so I got another tissue out and carefully wiped them too.”I’m Tayler.” She finally said. I smiled. “I’m Emma.” She smiled. I crouched down to I was face-height with her. “How old are you?” I asked. “10” “I’m 15 Tayler.” “Come on lets go make a home.” I walked out of the plane holding hands with her and we quickly set up a lean to hut made of sticks and other materials with grass for the beds. We would hunt down food like apples and oranges till we thrived. We would live here until something came along and took us back home. Home Sweet Home.

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