Castaway: Auburn Hair and Little Girl
Castaway
Just the thought of us never getting off this island, circled through my head. Barely any food or water is left, the shelter we made from palm tree leaves is destroyed, and nine other people I don't know are stranded on this deserted island. All of this did not start off the way it did; in fact I would be laying on the beach in the Bahamas right now. But, all because of that storm we are here. Thinking back to the night like it was yesterday.
My family and I are middle class living in a nice home. I work as a software engineer at Google and love my job. Before the trip I had to go to the doctors and get a check up, then get my hair cut. When I arrived it did not take too long until I was called into the room. I was told to step onto the scale and the nurse told me I was 175 pounds which is good for my age since I’m only 35 and in good physical condition. Then, she measured my height, I was still 5 10” from last time and I had to take off my glasses to get my eyes checked. After the doctors I got my brown hair trimmed up.
Another colleague of mine and I won an expensive trip from work, even though we don’t know that much about each other. He's tall; about 6 3”, skinny, and had short blondish hair with a tint of red, and freckles on his face. He is a web designer for Google since he was very into computers and imaginative. The colleague of mine was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. We arrived at the ship on Saturday morning. Thirty other people and the two of us shifted our way onto the Saintmista. The Bahamas was where the ship was set sail. The boat was very nice and full of wealthy families; not something I was use to. That night, we got settled in our room and fell asleep fast.
I woke up the next morning and went to breakfast. I saw a man sitting at a table with a brief case, I figured he was a business man traveling on business since he was wearing a black suit with a striped and matching hanker shift. His hair was slicked
Just the thought of us never getting off this island, circled through my head. Barely any food or water is left, the shelter we made from palm tree leaves is destroyed, and nine other people I don't know are stranded on this deserted island. All of this did not start off the way it did; in fact I would be laying on the beach in the Bahamas right now. But, all because of that storm we are here. Thinking back to the night like it was yesterday.
My family and I are middle class living in a nice home. I work as a software engineer at Google and love my job. Before the trip I had to go to the doctors and get a check up, then get my hair cut. When I arrived it did not take too long until I was called into the room. I was told to step onto the scale and the nurse told me I was 175 pounds which is good for my age since I’m only 35 and in good physical condition. Then, she measured my height, I was still 5 10” from last time and I had to take off my glasses to get my eyes checked. After the doctors I got my brown hair trimmed up.
Another colleague of mine and I won an expensive trip from work, even though we don’t know that much about each other. He's tall; about 6 3”, skinny, and had short blondish hair with a tint of red, and freckles on his face. He is a web designer for Google since he was very into computers and imaginative. The colleague of mine was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. We arrived at the ship on Saturday morning. Thirty other people and the two of us shifted our way onto the Saintmista. The Bahamas was where the ship was set sail. The boat was very nice and full of wealthy families; not something I was use to. That night, we got settled in our room and fell asleep fast.
I woke up the next morning and went to breakfast. I saw a man sitting at a table with a brief case, I figured he was a business man traveling on business since he was wearing a black suit with a striped and matching hanker shift. His hair was slicked