We were out here for days. No water. No food. I guess we just got lost. Our greasy hair, blowing in the steaming breeze and our dry bare feet stepping on the boiling hot ground. The three of us couldn’t keep up with this. Specks of sand gushing into our blinded eyes as we walked for life.
As the weather changed from hot to hotter, they collapsed. My friends were giving up. Now it was down to me.
By Hannah Lu