The jungle was  harsh really harsh so when they discovered a child living there on her own yet no one could believe it,but it was true,a child surviving after a plane crash all the other passengers were dead including her mother.

Aya was the name of the child giving to her by local tribe that rised her and in fact they helped  trained her the ways of the jungle,how to live off the jungle to stay alive. But somehow Aya did. Now she was back in the jungle getting away from the police that had her but no one outside of the local tribes and hunters were venture into the jungle. 

Rain came down as Aya sat underneath a wilow tree its huge branches that cover her from the downpour ,a small squirell came up to her and sat on her lap,Aya didn't move,she sat back against the giant willow tree and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath,she would be safe here ,she then was deep enough in the jungle  where no one would come after her .

Aya slept dreaming she was still with her mother both of them playing and laughing when her mother had time, the squirell was the nicest animal she knew there were other animals in the jungle,elephants,alligators,beavers and bears and Aya knew them all. 
 

The jungle was indeed a harsh place but Aya had lived here,a ten year old child that knew how to survive and struggle in this place.Her name was Aya.Aya missed her mother sometimes but that was all she missed about the civilized world she knew of . That was all she missed . 
 

to be continued