Lost – Part #3 – Smile and Craft AG

Grace’s Point of View

I don’t know how long I laid at the bottom of the cliff unconscious. Perhaps minutes. Perhaps hours.

I slowly woke up. Where in the world was I?

My senses slowly came back to me. I had fallen off a cliff. I had been trying to get the Frisbee.

Ow! I thought, holding my hand to my throbbing head. I must have bumped it hard! I winced.

Alright, time to get out of here. I tied my tousled hair back into a ponytail with my spare hair tie.

I stood up slowly, and turned to face the cliff. But it was way too tall to even reach my hand to the top, and would be too difficult to climb, especially with my badly scraped up hands–not to mention my terribly banged-up body.

I realized in terror, that I was lost.

On the bright side, when I get home, Julie will probably agree to get me a phone, I smiled.

That is, if I get home, a tiny voice said inside of me. I tried to shrug off the thought. I needed to stop thinking of what awful things could happen, and start thinking of what to do next.

But what does one do when they are lost in the wilderness? A lightbulb seemed to pop above my head, as I remembered Clara’s lecture on survival. I strained to remember what she had said. If only I had payed more attention!

Build a fire. She had said to build a fire. Not only would it help keep you warm, it would act as a signal to those trying to find you.

I ran off to find firewood.

I had gathered quite a load when I heard a loud rumbling noise behind me.

Oh no.

Dark thunderclouds were rolling swiftly in. No time for a fire, my new priority was to find shelter. It would not do to get sick from the cold and wet the storm would bring.

I ran frantically in all directions, trying to find some kind of shelter.

It began to sprinkle.

I discovered a small dark cave on the other side of a large boulder. It would do. I bolted into it.

It was humid and warm in the cave, and the rain began to pitter-patter more loudly outside. I was exhausted.

I laid my aching body down on the hard dirt floor, trying not to think about my dire situation, for there was nothing I could do until the storm passed. And soon the rain had lulled me to sleep.