Native American Narrative

Pg 1 “Ha. Where am I?”, I asked myself, “The fall from the plane crash must've knocked me out.” I pushed a bush aside and walked through it. I immediately stopped. “What is this place?”, I asked myself. I feel like someone is watching me. Smack, smack, smack. Like 20 little Indian guys pointed bows and arrows at me. “I mean no harm”, I said, “I wish to stay here until I get a chance to leave.” A little Indian guy with his face painted red said, “ I don’t know about that Mr. useless. You seem to be useless to us. If you prove you can help us you can stay.”
“Ok. I can do plenty I will surely help you, my little Indian friend,” I said.
“Ok. We’ll call you woodpecker”, the little Indian guy said.
I asked him what his name was, but he completely …show more content…
So I went out with a couple other little Indians. I saw it. It was a deer. I lined up my bow when suddenly the deer looked at me. I got startled and accidentally let go of the arrow in the wrong direction. Woof! OOPS! I just shot a little Indian guy.

Pg3 I ran and ran and ran. I did not know where I was going, but I could not think of that with the little Indian guys chasing me. I saw fallen trees and tree branches up ahead and I jumped into them. The little Indian guys stopped looking around and said, “He went that way.” They ran right past me. I waited a minute and then tried to figure out where the plane crashed. I realized It crashed back towards the Indian village. I started running towards the plane knowing that getting there is the only way I could survive.

Pg4 I saw it and started running faster than I ever had. I saw cans of food in the cockpit of the plane.”I guess I’ll have to stay here until a helicopter comes to look if there are any survivors like me”, I said to myself with relief, “I had found shelter.” I found the flare gun and got cushions from multiple broken seats. As the sun started to set I lay down for the night from my very tiring and terrifying