It was quiet, except for the noise of the paddle in the water. A few minutes ago we (my friends,James,Pety Peter,John, Jillian Gillian and me,Bryan I am 15) had been in a plane from Edmonton to mexiko mexico . James,who is 12 years old, was reciting the Greek alphabet for us “α,β,γ,δ,ε …”when the plane spun out out of control! By the time we got the plane under control the nose of the plane was beginning to dive and we crashed!5 days after the crash  Peter(14 yrs) got his knife out and built us a raft . Us boys had to un-sew our shirts and Gillian had to un-sew her shirt sleeves to make ropes for the raft.Then we went looking for the pilot ,Mary, we found her holding onto some driftwood in the river. As we rescued her Jon John spied a plane high over the ruined mill.It saw us and we were rescued.

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