A LETTER FROM A DESERT ISLAND, PALMAROLA.

My name is Helena Fernández and I'm writing this from an island called Palmarola, near the west coast of Italy. My parents and my grandparents are here with me. We are lost, and we can't scape beacause our posibilities of leave alive of this island are scarce. Here, live is very difficult because there aren't much water or food to drink or eat.  The only game that we have got is "cocofoot" (play football with a coco). I'm very very very sad because we can't see my friends and we can't play with them. Life here is very boring!  Last day I wrote on the beach "sos", but nobody see my message. Please, help me