I survived a plane crash that took my parents’ lives, that left me and my younger sister, Violet, to fend for ourselves for months. When a rogue hiker finally spotted us and came to our rescue twelve weeks after the crash, we had become so accustomed to the world as we knew it, we didn’t want to leave. Well, I did. I wanted shelter and a hot shower as a thirteen-year-old girl. Violet, as a seven-year-old, had accepted the woods were her home now. She was harder to coax onto a small airplane that resembled the one that killed our mom and dad.
Oh no... Its going to be stupid i think
