Here is the third installment of Survival. Can I please ask you to comment on my earlier installments, (1st & 2nd are here ) they have received next to no comments (Sad Face).
It is covered in ivy, the clingy sort that’s really hard to get off. I chuck Alexia the cheese, blanket and crackers. Carefully, I pick off the ivy. It hugs the tree, reluctant to leave. After a while, Alexia joins me. She strips the bark, finding it surprisingly easy. Within minutes, we’re finished.
“K.T, I’m hungry. Pwease can I have some cheese and crackers?” Alexia whines. I agree, allowing her and myself a cracker and a wedge of cheese each.
Soon, a shiver runs down my spine. I check on Alexia – she’s sleeping, wrapped in the blanket like a glow worm – then climb down the tree in order to start a fire. I gather a load of twigs, pile them up and try and create a spark. It takes a while, but I manage it. I huddle up to the fire, frantically rubbing my hands. Once I’ve warmed up, I sneak back up the tree.
To my surprise, I find Alexia. Awake. Eating the rest of the cheddar. I’m horrified. Seeming to lose control of my actions, I slap her round the face. She gasps. Immediately, she bursts into tears, screaming in pain. She jumps down from the tree, kicks over my old fire and shouts “I HATE YOU!” while she stomps off.
“ Well, I HATE YOU TOO!” I shout in reply. Then I completely change. I realise something massive. I’ve just let a seven year old stamp off by herself – with no food,water or warmth. I’ve let her run into the clutches of certain death…
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