My First Narrative

The Ancient Island

“Tweet Tweet” the cute little birds sang as I began to wake up.

“Where am I? Wake up,” I screamed at my mum and brother. We were stranded on an Ancient Island with lots of tall trees.

“We need to go and find a camp or build one and find food before

it gets dark but be aware of the possible dangers around

here”.  “Ahh,look there is a white tiger staring at us. Quietly sneak off and climb a tree” mum whispered in our ear.  I quickly snuck off and found a giant tree that had a lot of thick branches. We spent time collecting things and built a camp up in the tree. “It really looks like one of the branches are going to snap and send us crashing to the ground” Samuel added.

Bang! “What was that?”mum asked worrying. “Lets have a look” I replied. It was a storm coming. Let’s get out of here, it’s not safe” suggested Samuel. We decided to build a raft and sail back home. We spent the next hour collecting materials and creating our raft. Finally the raft was built. “Lets go before the storm breaks,” I yelled. Off we sailed and finally we made it back home. I do not want to go back that island again. The End.