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Dear Journal,
 * __Hatchet Journal 1__

The most unbelievable thing happened to me today. I was flying to my dad's cabin and the pilot gave me a wonderful hatchet: a gift from my mom. The pilot had sudden extreme pain in his chest. With a few more seconds, the pilot fell off the seat. I checked to see if he was breathing, and he wasn't, so I knew he had a heart attack. Now I'm in a plane with no pilot. All alone. **** I don't think I'm going to survive. Before he died, the pilot taught me how to fly a plane! And I didn't think I was very good at it. Now that I am forced to fly the plane not only because of the pilot's death, but that I am going to run out of fuel soon. I need to find the nearest lake, and FAST. ** From, Brian __Hatchet Journal 2__ Dear Journal, ** From, Brian __Hatchet__** **__Journal__** **__3__ Dear Journal, ** When I woke up from a nap, I found that I was extremely thirsty. I wondered if the lake water was OK, but then I realized I had no choice. I thought I should only take a few sips. But when I got to the edge of a log, looked down at the glorious water and imagined how thirsty I was. I ended up drinking the whole lake! When I was going back to my log to sleep some more, It stuck me: hunger. I had an enormous stomachache that twisted and turned my belly. My stomach demanded food, I looked around for anything to eat and stopped. I remembered that I don't need food to survive, just water, that's all I need. I sat back down on the tree and slept with my severe stomachache. The next day I tried to make a shelter, still groaning from hunger. I was thinking about where I should build it, but right in the middle of thinking my brain switched to a different gear. I really need food. I thought and then I remembered our Thanksgiving, our **last** Thanksgiving before the divorce. I remembered on a TV show about pilots and how they survived if there was a crash. They ate some kind of beans on a bush. And then it hit me: Berries. There had to be a berry bush somewhere in that forest, and I had to get them.
 * I could not find a lake! I looked over and there it was! A small L-shaped lake was in the corner of the window! I only had a little bit of fuel left and I can't hit any evil death trees! I was headed for the lake and guess what! I hit the stupid death trees! I thought I was a goner, me and the plane all torn up. And somehow, strangely, I fell asleep. ** ** I had a strange dream and when I woke up, I screamed! The crash was still happening! Until Finally, I hit the lake. I was marvelously happy until I noticed I would be a goner a different way... Drowning in the lake! My hands flew everywhere, trying to stay afloat. I thought it was the end until I grabbed a bush and barely got to shore! Now I'm truly alone. No matches, 1 weapon: my hatchet, and no shelter, and an extremely small chance of survival. Just what I always wanted for Christmas. **

From, Brian __Hatchet__** **__Journal__** **__4__ Dear Journal, ** The next morning I woke up and went towards the lake. Yesterday I found some berries and their pits made them hard to chew, but I was so hungry I ate a ton of them! That night I had cramping, diarrhea, and upchucking. I think the source was from the "gut cherries". I went into the forest again, passing the "gut cherry" bush and following on. Then, in the distance, I saw bright, ripe, RASPBERRIES!!! I rushed towards the bushes and kept eating and eating and eating! Just as I did with the "gut cherries". And I kept eating until I saw it... a black bear was standing on it's hind legs RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! I stand there terrified by the beast. I remain frozen about to pick another berry as it looks at me with curiosity. Fortunately, It must have liked the berries as much as I did. And It just walked trough me eating berries one by one. From, Brian __Hatchet Journal 5__** Dear Journal,

Tonight while I was sleeping, I heard something trespass into my shelter, I couldn't see it because it was pitch black! I heard something crawl up my leg, and I knew it was the trespasser! I shook my leg and threw my hatchet at the sound. The hatchet missed, and sparks flew everywhere. Suddenly, I felt a strong pain in my leg! The thingamabob had attacked me! I screamed in pain as the needle-like pain increased. I saw something walk away from my shelter and whoever the attacker was, I had completely no idea what that animal was. I waited and paid close attention to the entrance. After a while, I agreed that the trespasser went away and is not coming back. However, I still managed to fall back to sleep with my painful leg.

From, Brian __**Hatchet**__ **__Journal__** __**6**__ Dear Journal,

I remembered how my hatchet made sparks, and then I knew how to make fire!!! I put some twigs, "fuel", and my $20 bill in a nice pile, swung at the rock right above it, and WHAM!!! Sparks exploded in the air! I burst with excitement as some 30 sparks landed on my pile. A fire burst into the room. I was filled with joy. I felt like I had a friend. I danced around the room with amazement until I noticed something... My fire could burn out! I dashed out of my shelter with the hatchet carefully grasped. And swung at every tree I could see! I came back with a ton of logs. I carefully placed them on the tiny fire and waited as the fire ate and ate. I kept feeding for the rest of the day.

From, Brian __**Hatchet**__ **__Journal__** __**7**__ Dear Journal,

The morning started as I walked down to the lake as usual. But when I got there, It didn't seem so usual. There were eggs that were buried in a hole right in front of my feet. I examined them more closely, and realized that they were turtle eggs. I was about to walk away when I noticed that they were another food source. Then the hunger struck again. It didn't seem wrong to take gust one. So I took one of the eggs out, cracked it open, and you guessed it: swallowed the whole thing. You might have said ewww. But actually, they were suprizingly yummy. I kept eating the delicious eggs until I resisted the temptation. I carried the eggs back to the shelter and buried them somewhere else.

From, Brian __**Hatchet**__ **__Journal__** __**8**__ Dear Journal,

Today I lunged at fish with my new "fish spear" I kept trowing and trowing and lunging and lunging but I gust didn't work. I thought that maybe the fish were too fast and I had to catch up with them. I went to a place where there were there were good, bendy, trees. Perfect for a bow! I kept whittling with my hatchet until something struck me once more... this time it wasn't hunger, this time wasn't an idea, this time... it was a plane. I dropped down, mouth open in amazement as I heard an engine roaring towards me. I then pumped my legs as hard as they could, and I was a lightning bolt. I thought I was going as fast as I could, and would be standing at the shelter now, but somehow, It felt as if I was going slower than usual. I hurried and hustled to the shelter. Finally, I got to the shelter, grabbed a piece of wood and lit it in the fire, climbed up to the highest point with my torch, and drew a signal. Then, however, I heard the engine getting softer and softer..... No. I thought, "Nononononononono!" I screamed. No. Please come back and see the signal, please, please. The engine sound grew softer and softer, not knowing of my existence.

From, Brian __**Hatchet Journal 9**__ Dear Journal,

What happened today? Well, I stood at the long part of "L lake" and watched the water as the day passed by. I saw a large fish and recognized that it wasn't a fish of quick movements, and it was a different kind of fish. But I didn't raise my "fish spear", and did not get an arrow, I was tired of fish, and needed some other kind of food. I was actually looking for the "foolbirds" which were always flying away right in front of him, unnoticeable. I looked around and then **IT** came. A wolf was standing right there at the top of the horizon. I looked at it and it looked at me, we were both staring at each-other. I was totally scared because I had never seen an actual wild wolf. But then was the moment I thought it was as scared of me as me it. It then walked away and it was totally silent.

From, Brian Dear Journal,
 * __Hatchet Journal 10__

I thought about all of the mistakes I've made. I realized that nothing goes right. Except for the plane crash, yea, I know, it didn't go well, so that makes a point for the mistake team. But it could have been worse, I mean, I could have crashed into the rocks and the plane would have blown up and I wouldn't be here---alive. So that makes a point for the no mistake team. But I didn't have the plane to come. Another point for the mistake team again! And the bear, he wouldn't of noticed me unless I ate a lot of raspberries. There goes a point for the mistake team yet again! But thank goodness he didn't eat me. There goes a point for non-mistake team. Arrg!!! This is too confusing, I think I'll just say that the mistake team wins.

From, Brian ** __**Hatchet Journal 11**__ Dear Journal,

Hi, It's me again. Guess what! I have finally caught a "foolbird"! I then took it back to the shelter. I plucked one hair off of it and noticed that it took the skin with it. So I decided to pluck all of the hairs of with the skin and finally realized at the last moment, when I had just plucked the last hair off, that... THUMP!!! ... that the guts will fall out. So I had to take all of the livers and stomach out to dump it all in a pile with the heart and the livers and the stomach (sorry for getting that picture in your mind). So, after that, I went back to the shelter and found the dead bird just laying there, (oops! no more disgusting pictures) put it on a tray right over the fire, and cooked it. After I had it perfectly roasted, I ate a piece and found that this was the best piece of meat i've ever had since the plane crash.

From, Brian Dear Journal,
 * __Hatchet Journal 12__

Today I've finally realized that I have a lot of "first days" like the first arrow day, where I made my first bow and arrow. There was also a first rabbit day, where I finally had the delicious meat of rabbit. Don't forget the first day day, where I had the plane crash. I then found a foolbird! It was a sitting duck! I aimed at it, fired, missed, aimed at it again, fired, missed. I only had 1 last "foolbird arrow". I aimed one more time, fired... missed! I had no choice but to use a "fish arrow". I aimed with a different kind of arrow, fired... HIT! I flied to it and grabbed it my the neck to choke it. Once, I knew it was dead, I headed back to the shelter not knowing of what was behind me... ALL OF A SUDDEN GIANT MOOSE ATTACKED ME! It ate some grass, attacked me again, ate some grass, AND ATTACKED ME ONE MORE TIME! Then it fled into the woods. Insane. I thought. Just completely insane. I crawled back to the shelter which was hard to do 'cause of that moose. That dumb moose. I rested down and fell asleep. When I woke up, I noticed the howling wind. It seemed strange because it has never done that. That is, never done it since the plane crash. I remember that wind. What was it from? oh no. oh no oh no OH NO! It was a tornado. I remember seeing one on t.v. I crawled as fast as I could away from the shelter. It then blew my shelter away in a snap! It went over to the lake and turned into a water spout. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a beautiful and terrible together. Beautiful because of the sight, yet terrible because I am now back, back to square 1.

From, Brian __Hatchet Journal 13__ Dear Journal,

I never would of noticed the tail of a plane today. Not in the air, but in the water. The tornado must have flip-flopped it upside down. And at the back of almost every plane is a--- I suddenly knew how to get back to where I was before the tornado. Maybe even get me out of this place. The was a- a- a-... survival pack. Of course they would have build the plane with a survival pack inside if this happened. And it happened. So I needed it. But the question is. How do I even get to the tail of a plane? I'd have to build a boa- of course! A raft! I would build a raft to float over there and chop the plane open with my hatchet! But I'll need to save my energy for tomorrow.

From, Brian __Hatchet Journal 14__** Dear Journal,

Today I got up as usual. But this was no usual day. For today was the day I picked of all days to get out of here. But guess what happened! I got stuck on #1: build a raft. I could not build one. All I could do is have a pile of logs that always "ran away". So much for my brilliant plan to get me out of here. I sat down and looked at the logs running away as usual and thought how am I going to fix this! I have just beautifully round logs.... And then it came to me. Another brilliant idea of mine. I picked round logs with no twigs! I needed to find flat wood with branches on them! I found some of those and I ended up with the same thing. "Run away" logs. I needed to "sew" the branches together. So I built that raft and went into the water until I was chest deep. I went over to the plane and another problem struck me: how to get inside.

From Brian __**Hatchet Journal 15**__ Dear Journal,

I was stuck on the plane as much as the raft. I got so angry and confused that I did a crazy thing again: punching the plane. I never would have noticed the dent I made until I realized how weak the material was to me. I started whacking with the hatchet and it dropped. I realized all the things in the past. That hatchet was my life, and I dropped it. I HAD to get it back. I knew I could easily touch the bottom of the deep end of the pool at my P.E. class. Which was about 11 feet. So I could probably do it. I dived the 1st time but it didn't work. I dived a 2nd time and reached the bottom and looked and looked. There I saw it. I grabbed the hatchet and reached the surface. I opened the plane, dove, found and handled the survival pack, rose back to the surface again, swam back to shore with the survival pack and raft, and finally opened the pack. I found an emergency transmitter and switched it on and off and thought that it didn't work. A few minutes later a pilot arrived with a plane wile I was searching the pack. He said that he got the signal. I came in his plane and went back home. Home, where I wanted to be all these days.

From, Brian