This is a story about how I crashed, was lost, betrayed by what I thought were the people I loved as family, but most
important how I survived. My name is Lara Windling, it all started 15 years ago is 2031 with my best friends Brooke,
Nate, David, charle, Jackson and how we were going to sail to Norway, for our last time together before collage.
2031:
I was in a deep thought of remembering how nervous I was the first day of high school , now I'm here 19,
about to go on a 4 month boat trip to Norway, knowing this may just be out last time all together. My thought was
interrupted when Charlie yelled "Lara COME ON we have to go the boat is ready to be boarded. "I know I'm on my
way is your boyfriend, David already boarded." "Yepp David is here come on". When I grabbed my last bag of
clothes on the ground I stepped on the boat knowing I won't touch land for another 4 months. Our boat was a small
boat, my hot boyfriend Jackson, was the captain and was sailing us to Norway. After about 20 min we finally left the
dock. We were all so excited to finally be free. Of corse Nate brought bottles of beer, we drank and partied for the
rest of the day.
54 days later
By this time we were really all sick of each other and wanted to have our space and get off this boat. Nate was
notified there was going to be a huge storm on July 21st, witch was today. The howls of the wind was scarring us all.
Hours later we were in bed trying to get some rest. At around 2:30 there was a burst of water below decks. We were
sinking...
