Hatchet-Dear Diary

    Dear Diary,

I know a terrible secret. I'll tell you about it. I was biking with my friend Terry past the Amber Mall. I saw a strange station wagon and in it was my mom! She was with a man but, it wasn't my dad! It was a man with short blond hair, wearing a white pullover tennis shirt. She didn't see me but i saw her. And that's what caused the divorce.

      I was on my way to visit my dad in a bush plane. The pilot's name was Jim or Jake, or something like that. He kept complaining about aches and pains and how sick he felt. All of a sudden, he started to jolt and shake. He said, "My chest is coming apart!" Then i knew, He was having a heart attack. I tried to think what to do. Then he stopped. He was dead and i was alone in the plane.

I was alone in the plane. I had two choices: land the plane myself or wait until it ran out of gas. I decided to wait until until it ran out of gas. I tried to use the radio for help. I got someone but then I lost the signal. But between the seventeenth and eighteenth call, the plane ran out of gas. It started to go down. I tried the best i could to steer the plane on to a lake for a softer landing. I was screaming, animals were screaming. then i hit the water. i quickly ripped off the seat belt, ripping my fingernails of in the process, and swam to shore. I was alive!!!

Brian Robeson