Hi. My name is Manhattan Spelling. I live in New York. I am 23 years old.
I am one of the luckiest people in this world.
This world is like an island. We use to live on a huge ship. On that ship we had anything we could ever want and need. We were celebrities. All we had to do was think about something that we wanted and poof - there is was. We didn't live in a room. We each had a huge mansion. In the mansion was 71 rooms.
We could chose from 21 different social rooms. Each social room had different kind of friends, depending on what mood we were in. Or if I just wanted quiet, I had 11 private "do not disturb" rooms. If I wanted to read I could find any book I wanted. There was one room with comedy books. One room with research books. And, of course, one room of bathroom books. Yes, toilet and all included.
And you can imagine what the rest of the mansion included.
Boom! Bam! Crash! Bash! What was that?
The ship just suddenly blew up. We were not maintaining the machinery properly. It finally gave way. We were doomed.
A few of us made it! Kinda.
We floated onto an island. This island had no royal rooms. It had nothing but wild animals and adversaries. There was no BS. It was life or death. All that we can rely on was each other. The only way we could survive is counting on each other.
I am still on the island and am very happy to say that I am not only surviving but I am also living.
I am so lucky that I was washed ashore to this island. This people on my island I would never trade in for anything in the world. I just hope and pray that I am in some way helping them out to survive. They have saved my life this year and I hope that I won't have to return the life back. But I sure hope that some day I can be in a position to help. No matter where on the island I land, I will always keep them in mind.
In your world, who's on your island? Zoom Out. Live.
