Final Day
today we were cooking a pig to eat for dinner. The fire wasn't big enough to cook it, nik had a good idea. He cut down the palm tree next to the fire and it landed in the fire. The tree started a huge fire that was creating alot of smoke. THe smoke was going way up into the sky and the fire was at least 10 to 15 feet high. Ricky came to the fire because the smoke was a signal he saw from across the island. RIcky, Nik, and I could not control this fire so the smoke just kept getting bigger. after about an hour we started to hear a loud buzzing sound. THe sound kept getting louder and louder and it was a rescue helicopter and it was coming toward the island. We ran to the shore and were yelling at the helicopter to come save us. The helicopter saw us and landed on the island. WE were saved and the pilot flew us back home to our houses. we were finally saved.

week 4

This week has been difficult for Ricky and I. We have been struggling for food lately. Our shelter is falling apart. we went to bed hungry that night, it started to rain. Then it started to rain harder and the wind picked up. Our shelter was the old wrecked sailboat which was no longer protecting us. I was scared and ran under a tree. RIcky didnt follow, he said that the tree was going to fall and crush me. I didnt believe him and he got mad. He said that we should split up if we aren't going to work together. He went to the other side of the island toward the plane. I went toward the moutain the other way. It was morning and the island was all beat up with trees all over the ground. I have never been to this side of the island and wasnt sure what i was going to do without Ricky at my side. I climbed the mountain and discovered that it was a volcano. There was acave about half way up the volcano. I went inside, afraid that a snake or bat was going to attack me. There was a fire inside the cave. This excited me, it meant there was a survivor. I saw a kid about my age sitting there skinning a pig. His name was nick. He was a very savage kid. he had about 5 spears made and lying against the wall. I found out that he was on the plane with us. he was not aware of any other survivors. I told him about Ricky and he said we would go find him in the morning.

Day 3

   I finished the bag of peanuts that i found on the plane. i was looking for useful things in the luggage to use on the island. I found my bag, and it had a brand new basketball in it that my dad gave to me for the trip. I was going to hawaii for a basketball tournament. Ricky was our point guard and the others players were on another flight. I remembered my parents and i was getting home sick. This was the first time that i had ever gone on vacation without my parents and my plane crashes. I kept the basketball with me, it reminded me of my dad who gave it to me. My dad loved basketball and he practices with me every night. It got dark and I imagined my dad and I shooting outside of our house like nothing was wrong. The basketball was important to me, Ricky started to fall asleep. I went and sat next to the fire and prayed that a plane or boat would come rescue us but i was also aware that it was highly unlikely that we would be saved. We needed to survive until we created a plan to get out of this small tropical island. 

life on the island

Day 1

I'm dizzy, I'm still not sure where i am and where the others are. I was on a red eye flight going to Hawaii. I fell asleep on the plane and now I'm awake with scrapes and cuts all over my body. I'm pretty confused so i go to find my friends that were on the plane with me. i try to call them; no service.  I'm still not fully awake so i dive into the crystal clear ocean. i hear a loud scream and run toward where it came from, thinking that there still might be others on this island. i fond Ricky, one of my friends who was going on the vacation with me. He was laying there with a deep cut in his leg. He couldn't get up. I went to get him some big logs and we made some crutches. Ricky and i found a broken sail boat on the shore, obviously to messed up to repair we turned it over and made it our shelter. Ricky told me that the plane crashed on the island because some terrorist murdered our pilot. Ricky and i seemed to be the only survivors, but we weren't to sure. We were hungry so we climbed up a coconut tree and got two coconuts. It was soon dark and we went inside our shelter scared that the terrorist might still be alive and on the island.

Hey. I'm Sam and this is my blog. I was born in redwood city at Kaiser hospital. I have grown up in Foster City all 15 years of my life. I'm half Ecuadorian, coming from my mom's side. She is from Cuenca, Ecuador. My Dad is from Louisiana so i guess that makes me half American also. I went to elementary school in Foster city. Then i went to Bowditch middle School which is also in Foster city for sixth through eighth grade. Now I am a Sophmore at Burlingame High School and I play football for the frosh-soph team. The positions i play are tight end and defensive end. We havnt got our jerseys yet so i cant really tell you what number I am, so you can look for me of course, but I will post it when I get it this weekend. My interests are oviously sports. I play Basketball, soccer, football, and baseball. I like to go to the beach and body surf. I like alot of types of music but mainly rap and hip hop but pop is ok occasionly i guess.