Olivia closed her sketch pad and put it back in her bag. She looked around at everyone. It was their fourth day on this island... why hadn't they been rescued yet? They should have known exactly where they were, and a plane would have came to rescue them, but there hadn't been. She sighed and looked at the sand. A slight breeze blew through the air, and made her hair blow a little. She looked back up and saw the girl who was looking especially sad. She walked over and smiled at her slightly.
"Hi," she said, hoping to cheer up the girl.
Taylor turned and looked at her, "Hello,"
"Are you okay?" Olivia asked biting her lip.
"Are any of us?" Taylor asked, "I'm fine,"
"Do you wanna talk?"
"I'm fine," Taylor repeated.
"Alright," Olivia said, "You wanna help me with the bags and stuff?"
"Sure," Taylor replied, glad to have something to do.
They walked over to the clutter of bags and things from the plane, and started pulling out bags.
"What do we do with them?" Olivia questioned.
Taylor shrugged, "Maybe we should put it in a pile. Let everyone get their own things... then what's left we can sort and find what we could use,"
Olivia nodded, and continued grabbing bags and piling them up.
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