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.