It was a miracle and there was no other way to explain it. There was a pool filled with gold coins in front of us. I thought I was dreaming.
"It's real gold. The gold is real," shouted one of the girls.
I jumped into the pool and pretended to swim. It was the greatest day of my life. If we were ever rescued from our shipwreck we were going to be rich!
We had been on the island 18 weeks and already three members of our group had died. We knew we couldn't last much longer. Then a ship came in and, while the demons and blood-sucking aliens were out of sight, we clamored to the sailors to rescue us.
There was no time to gather the gold as we feared the island's monsters would come back at any moment, So we snatched away a few coins and climbed aboard the ship.
As the ship sailed away from the cursed island we felt the wind blow on our faces. We'd left the gold behind but couldn't complain for we'd been rescued on Christmas Eve. It's true what people say: Christmas Eve is a day full of miracles.
Kaiynat M.* is a 10 year old attending primary 7 in Glasgow, Scotland. Her favorite colors are are those resembling the colors of the sea.
© 2007 Kaiynat M. Original for CCF (Kaiynat M. grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
* CCF does not publish students' last names on the work they submit for publication.
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