GloriousUnicorn

March-31-3056

I remember the day when Taylor vanished the forest. It was dark and gloomy. She was my age too, which was 12. The last thing I saw was her black jacket laying on a rock. She had vanished. Oh, and by the way, my name is GloriousUnicorn. Taylor and I were left at the rainforest, being the only survivors along with 3 more people, by our Ship, Titanic-2. We crashed with the bad luck from the original Titanic. (Hit-an-Iceberg) We met the other 3 survivors on the day of our crash. Who knew they were our age? We gathered food for the days to come. The rainforest was deserted but still had a couple of belongings left by the other people who came to this place and died. We gathered around a fire and ate what was left on the ship. “So…” one girl said. “My name is Senna. What are yours?” “I’m Taylor, this is my friend, GloriousUnicorn. Who are they?” “Oh! That’s Tessa. She’s good at running.” “Haha! Me too!!” Taylor replied. "And that's Alyssa. She's really nice." After dinner we went to sleep thinking nothing in the whole world could hurt us. But we did not know we were very wrong.

We woke up, very cold and very wet. I was gathering some food when I heard a voice. “GLORIUOSUNICORN!!” Taylor called. “A rescue boat came and took the girls away! I was going to go but I wanted you to come!!” I ran back to camp but all I saw was a line in the water going farther and farther away. I couldn’t see Taylor either. As I said, she had vanished in front of my eyes. I fell to my knees sobbing. I didn’t care. That was because I was all alone in this deserted Rainforest. As I was weeping, I saw a lion creeping up on me! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING!!!!! I thought. It came closer and closer. I did not know what to do. I reached behind be to grab something, but all I felt was the rough floor, covered with the ground. I tried scream but my mouth was frozen. I stuck out my hand with no other choice. I waited and nothing happened. I felt fur in my hand. I opened my eyes and I saw the lion staring at me. I wasn’t hurt, injured, or scared anymore. Something was different about this lion.

I was making-food while watching-it very carefully. It looked-skinny. It was so sad I tossed-him a big-piece of my-food. It was awkward to watch him lay on the ground, chewing meat, sadly. I walked over as my food-was-cooking and cautiously came up to him. It looked at me and fell on the ground. My eyes growed as he turned-over. I saw-a-thorn at the top-of-it's-stomach. I slowly-used-my-hand to grab it. The lion wailed-in-pain as it came out. After this harsh-stage of pulling-out the thorn, I went back to cooking. The lion now looked okay, seeing as it was safe and had gotten the thorn out, it trotted-quietly over to a large tree and plopped-down. I was looking at it as I heard a familiar voice calling-my-name. “GLORIOUSUNICORN!!!!” I looked-behind-me. Taylor was getting-out of a big plane with the-pilot. I smiled at everything knowing I could be taken back. We had a long conversation before I asked if I could keep the lion. The pilot looked-afraid but Taylor told him that if I said so, I can. I-called the lion. He walked-towards-me, unafraid. //Mutig//, I knew it would be the perfect name for it. You see, it means brave in German.