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__**Hatchet chapters 1-2 p. 1-25**__ Dear journal, My name is Brian and I am 13. today I boarded a bush plane that would take me to my dad. on the way here I did not talk to my mom because Im really mad and frustrated with there divorse. But I did talk to her when she gave me a hacht. Now im on the plane and I feel really bad about not speeking to her. But on the plus side the pilot was very jinoures and let me fly the plan! After that it was quit and I thought about the evil word divorse and split untill I realized the afull smell in the air. Suddenly it incresed and I realized that the pilot was relesing gas. I wish this thing had a window! When I glanced over at the pilot he was rubing his shouldere and mouning and than he reached for his stomac and began to rub it. I had no Idea what was going on. then my eye saw the pilot bounding himself aginst the seat. I was binging to think he was have a heart attct. But It was to late. the next time I looked over he made one more bound on the seat and suddelnly was still as stone. I had a suden chill the one you get when you feel alone. I could not even think of the dead man beside me the one who was supost to be flying the plane. THE PLANE! Who was flying the plane! To my relif it semmed to be flying its self. then I though about what wuold hapen if it ran out of fuel. I new what I had to do I hade to land the plane!

love Brian.

__**Hatchet chapters 3-4 p. 26-42**__ Dear journal, water is surrounding me! my landing did not really go as planed. insteed of landing by the lake I crashed into the trees and bounced into a L shaped pound. now Im am trying to reels my self from this death trap! click! that was the sound I'v been ding to hear! pain I feel pain Im living Im on land but pain incloses me. the world is a blur.all I can do is sleep. Im awake living but I can not see. why dose the world not apeer to me is death near. no. I am alive and must move .dispit my pain I find a tree and prop my self up. It must be a dream. It must. No Im hear in the middel of now where. Sleep. I wont to sleep. yes I will forget the world around me and sleep yet again. I did not wont to awake but I new I had to.the world is now dim. Oh. yes. when I dozed of it was night. and now It is dawn. but I still wounder what that low cloud is doing. what. those are buges! I have that Inprisoned feeling as I had in the water but now bugs replace the water. Yes! the sun is up the bugs are gone. Yet I still feel different and bloted. I have swelled from the bugs. why dose this always happen to me! and who nows the chalinges that awat me! but I will survev I will!

Love, Brian.

Dear journal, I feel asleep again and now I'm up. thirst tears at my throat and hunger eats at my side. I have made the desitoin to drink the lake water. I am still considering it though because I dont know if it is sanitary. Luck is on my side though because I have discovered a log that leads to the pure water of the center. Pure? well I was wrong. the center is all but pure. and now I'm am having a vomiting fit but the thirst that once nibbled at my throat is gone. and now that I have over looked thinks and thought a while I have come to the conclusion's that my rescuers will arrive in about 2 days. or so I hop so. But I refuse to be negative. yes I shall be positive. If theres one thing I need it is a positive attitude. Hunger! the small feeling of hunger eating at my sides is now like a human who has not eaten a sweet for 1 week finding a brownie and gobbling at it.luck seems to like me to day for I have found a small cave and berries. the berries are all but tastfull and like cheeries have pits. But it is food all I have. after my strik of luck I made a small wall to enclose my new home. I already now I am to stay by the lake, 1 its water. and 2 it will be easyer for the rescuers to find me and they will!
 * __Hatchet chapters 5-6 p. 42-66__**

Love, Brian.


 * __Hatchet chapters 7 p.66-78__** Drear journal, I have little time to talk but I will tell you what I can.I awoke to a sharp pain in my side. I figured that it was those rotten berries!I new he had to find food or I'd be eating gut cherries 24.7! to my luck I found a clump of raseberries! but while I feasted a bear slide up behind me. I found him practically at my side! rearing up it looked as though he were ready to bound down on me. then I realized the cereosity in he's eye. grabbing the berries I ran ! It just happened. I dident even wont to but I ran to the comfort of my small hut.after I had calmed down I discovered the soft nature of the berries I had choosen. but I made ths best of It and drank the slimmy suryp. It slowly trikerled down my throut and I found it very satisfing. and for the first time in a while I thought about someting ather than my perdicument. I thought about the bear and how he really was not interested in sinking he's teeth into me and how I dident have to eat gut cherries anymore and that soon I'd be home on a couch a burger I my hand my eyes gluded on the tv.

Love Brian

Dear journal, theres something in my home! I hear it creeping around. I am up and tiring to find it. OOOOOOOOW! Ok that did not work. there is something in my leg. What! I hear it it is crawling out. Now to constraint on me. It was a porcypine. and I found out the hard way. now I'm am pulling neadlies out of my thy. the pain is increasing with every tug. " 8"! all of them are out and now I can return to my slumber. but I now find sleep difucalt. it is not a deep sleep as it wons was it is now a lit sleep a relishes sleep. but despit my troubel I still abel to dream. I dream of my father! he is mouthing words to me. I can not understand! I need to understand! he makes one more attempted an then he fatted into a misty fog. now Terry pears to me. he is cooking on a stove and he jesters to the fire. it only makes me more frustrated! and then it ends. I see my hatchet and I grasp it leaping out side and thrashing around. at a moment it cot the sun. and I remember that last night I throw my Hatchet and it made sparks! yes I shall make fire with my Hatchet! I dash inside and strik it against the dark brown stone and fire apears. I have fire. now I now I can survive. and I will survrve! love, Brian
 * __Hatchet chapters 8 p. 78-86__**

__**Hatchet chapters 9-10 p. 86-102**__ Dear journal, I lied. I do not have fire I have stuped sparks. and I have no flamibel meterila! I have tried everthing! Grass,twigs but nothing works. but what? I have a twenty dollar bill. I will tar it to shreds and tri that. Slam!!!! sparks fly every were but even when there is a shimmer of hope of fire It deays away. I need good fuel fuel that will bring fire. And there it is right in frount of me or at lest 10 yards away from me. Brich bark! Yes I have found fire I I mean fuel! dashing tword it I tear at the bark. It feals as if it could almost be hair. racing back I lay it down and begen banging it as hard as I can down on the damp rock. And in every tri I get fire and yet in every tri It disappears like that. then it acures to me what if it is me doing somthing wrong. I atemmpet to recall every thing I have ever learnd about fire. I now it needs fuel. I have that. and it needs........................ AIR! I need to blow gently on it. So with my last bit of pactients on the line I strik the dark rock and speedily neal down and blow. FIRE I HAVE FIRE! I am so happy now not only do I have wormth It keeps the mosqutoes away and now I have a way to signal planes to my location! dreamuly I lay down and fall asleep. In the morning though I relize that my fire has died down and I run to refuel it. After that I spent all day (almost) finding fire for my house fire and for the signal I am to build on my house. night falls and I am awakened my a crawling sound. I do not fret and drows of again. IN the morning I soon descover tracks leading to the water. I ponder a while and after recovering the eggs come to the conclutoin that it was a turtel. Suddenly hunger eats at my indsides and relize that the eggs are food. reluctantly I eat one raw egg. It attemps a return to the surface but I refues. and soon I have gulped down 6 and I now that I must put them away. than the thought of my rescuers inter my mind. And I relize that thy sall be here soon and that soon I will be in the loving arms of my family! Love, Brian

__**Hatchet chapter 11 p. 102-110**__ Dear journal, To day is my cleaning day all though there ain't much to do. all I have to do is dry my riped jacket to dry from its berries episode. after that I have to find a hole in my hut to place the eggs, and finally to no surprise I have to get some wood. After that I deside to flatten my sand bed. and I have also rilized that I am more connected to mother nature. when I hear a animal I now what it is And when I hear the wind or the trees I do not fret in thought of a wild animal I now it is just an element of the earth. Then it acures to me that I should start my signal fire. so I began to gather more wood. I build the doom of wood but do not light it for I have decided to light it anlay when I hear a plane or at least if I think I hear a plane. after all my hard work I deside to get an egg but before I began my descent I overlooked the lake for I had not seen it this why before and it apeared to me even more eligant. As I studed the water my eye cout a bird swoop in to the water and reteive a small fish. Why hadent I thought of it before! But how in the world was i to capture a fish then my egaer eyes fell apoun a crab at the moment he speared a fish with its claw. Yes I will craft a spear! finally decenting I began to abserve the pond. it was bursting with with my mind on the spear and cleaning I desided to have another egg an and then I found my mind on dessert how wonderful. mabe I sould get some rassberies? love, Brian