community proposal

For my community service project, I want to make a survey and have each age group fill it out. A young child from 8-11 years old. A teen from 13-16. A young adult from 20-23. An adult from 36-45, and an older couple from 50-55. The purpose would be to see how each age group feels about love, and how their thoughts differ.

short story 2

I wake up to sand. That’s now where I sleep. My sister and I exhaust ourselves searching for bananas or coconuts: that’s now our breakfast, lunch and dinner. We play in the salty ocean. That’s now where we bathe. It was five years ago since my sister and I have seen our parents. They just left. There was no reasoning to what they did. Being only four at the time, neither of us could really understand why the people that we thought of as heroes would just leave…
Everywhere we went the smoldering hot sand would burn blisters on our feet. Living on our own is now a daily routine for my sister and me. Two eight year olds trying to find their way to just one person that could help us.
Going through our usual day, something didn’t seem right. We both brushed it off. What could possibly go wrong now? Trudging on to find civilization, what we do every day, came to a halt when our vision was transformed from a sky of blue and pink, and tropical palm trees hanging over as if they were holding hands, to a giant hairy creature that looked like a descendant of humans.
Our first instinct was to get out of the area. We were too late. The giant beast spotted us, and the race for life began. My sister and I hunted for a hiding spot, but it was no use. It found us. We couldn’t get away. I felt my sister’s life slipping through my hands as the extended hairy leg grasped her. I couldn’t do anything to help her. It was hopeless. She was gone…
Just then, beeping filled my ears. Coldness ran down my spine. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and standing before me were the parents, I can never trust again, my sister I thought I lost, and a nurse. I’ve come to learn that not only was I abused when I was a baby, but I was in a coma for five years from being pushed down three flights of stairs, by both of my parents.