The Island

Dear diary,

Im cold, wet and down right depressed. I've been swimming for an hour just to find this rubbish island and this is how it happened. We (our class) won an essay competition. I dont know how we won I only wrote 50 words when we were ment to do 500. I think it must have been Phoebes entry 50000 words on herself. We won on a trip to the Bahamas. Me and Zoe spent 70 quid just on are underwear! Seems a waste now so we were on the plane we were all saying how gorges the weather was when the heavens opend we all sighed misrebly about 20 minits laterwe felt the plane plane lose hieght rapidly the front of the plane cought fire evryone was panicing i said the plane was rubish

but they all told me to stop complaning i took a pahrashout from from under the chair and jumped as i plumertid turwads the sea when i landed i looked up i saw the pilot andnd jc burn i began to swim and this is what i find i just remeberd somthing terrible i have over a grands worth of cloths on that burning plain bum