It was the middle of summer and I was going on a trip to see some of my parents when suddenly the plane I was on started to tip downwards and then my vision went black. Some time later I woke up on the ground in a plane wreck. I got up and looked around and saw I was on a small island with one little mountain-like thing so I decided that would be a good place to start a camp. I gathered materials to make anything until there was something that could rescue me. Some time later I was scavenging the plane wreck for any supplies and I stumbled upon a phone that looked like it could only take one last call so I kept that knowledge and I moved on. The next day I decided to gather more food and today I was a little lucky and I found my favorite candy bar which perfectly combined the flavor of nuts, chocolate and caramel into a sweet and savory bar. Later I started to build a little shelter out of anything I could find. The next day I had decided to use the phone to call for help and once I called it took the phone 30 seconds to break but luckily I got a message through. That night I felt happy knowing I would be going home soon, I breathed in the cold but refreshing air which felt nice. A couple of days went by and none was in sight or close but just to make sure I stood on the edge of the hill looking out to see it anyone/thing was there and right as I thought I saw something I slipped and my hands cot the edge and so I grabbed on to anything that was there and held on the cold damp and ruff dirt and waited for anything to help. After a couple minutes of just hanging there, I tried to pull myself up but was unsuccessful and almost fell all the way down. After what seemed like hours I heard a noise so I shouted for help. And it was people that were taking a stop at the island, so they helped me up and then let me come with them to a civilization. After I eventually got home I found out that the rescue people stopped at my island but couldn’t find me because i was hanging off the side of the hill.