From the diary of Devin Baxter.
(13 year old Devin Baxter sits down on the edge of the beach, running his toes into the sand. He sighs, plopping down onto his back, staring into the sky for a minute or so. Finally, he sits up and opens up his backpack - he pulls out a sketchbook, flipping through messy sketches of the superheroes that have always kept him company. He takes out a pencil, and drops the tip of it to the page. Instead of drawing, he begins to write.)
I’m so confused. It’s already been a day since the plane crashed, but I can still hear the screaming.
A month ago, maybe even a week ago, if I’d known that I could be stuck on a deserted island, I would’ve jumped at the chance. I’d be able to get away from all the jerks at my school. I wouldn’t have to make up stories in my head, fantasies about me doing bigger things than school. Nobody could destroy my pictures, or break my glasses, or make fun of me.
Staying in Sydney was… awesome. On the plane, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wished I wouldn’t have to go back to LA. I guess now my wish has come true. If it weren’t for… whatever it is that’s in the jungle, I’d probably be trying to use everything I’d learned in the special science program here. In LA, I was a loser. In Sydney, I was one of the kids. And here… I don’t know what I am, exactly, here.
There aren’t a whole lot of people I’ve talked to here. I guess everybody’s been so busy with finding the transceiver, and then they found a pair of handcuffs, and now, people are talking about going on a hike to try to get a signal for the transceiver. All the way up the mountain. I want to help out, but… strength isn’t really my strong point, and I don’t want to be reminded of that now.
Still, sitting around by myself has been beneficial. I’ve learned a lot about a lot of the people. The doctor, Jack, seems like a superhero. If I ever create my own comic book, I think I’ll make his “human side” like Jack. He patched me up a bit, but I was lucky. I wasn’t hurt too badly. This guy, I think his name is Charlie, seems kind of weird. Sometimes, he seems really normal and friendly, but other times… it’s like he got hit in the head. I can’t figure out what’s wrong with him. Boone and Shannon, they’re brother and sister, never get along. They’re always arguing, even now. Then again, I can’t imagine every getting along with Jason, my older brother.
I’m still trying to figure out if I’m lucky or not. I guess most people would say that I had good luck, surviving through a plane crash. But we’re stuck on a deserted island, with something in the jungle that apparently got the pilot of the plane pretty badly. I wonder if anybody, other than my mom, misses me? I’m pretty sure the kids at school are laughing pretty hard now. To tell the truth, I really don’t want to be trapped here. I miss my mom. I miss my house, and I miss feeling safe at least half the time.
I guess I shouldn’t think about that stuff now. Maybe I’ll go find Walt - I haven’t really talked to him much, he’s pretty upset about his dog. I’ll ask him to look at that comic book he found. I feel really bad for him, I heard his mom just died, and he left Sydney to go live with his dad. He’s pretty lucky that he’s got some family with him. I’m a little jealous.
I guess I’ll write more later.
-Devin
I’m so confused. It’s already been a day since the plane crashed, but I can still hear the screaming.
A month ago, maybe even a week ago, if I’d known that I could be stuck on a deserted island, I would’ve jumped at the chance. I’d be able to get away from all the jerks at my school. I wouldn’t have to make up stories in my head, fantasies about me doing bigger things than school. Nobody could destroy my pictures, or break my glasses, or make fun of me.
Staying in Sydney was… awesome. On the plane, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wished I wouldn’t have to go back to LA. I guess now my wish has come true. If it weren’t for… whatever it is that’s in the jungle, I’d probably be trying to use everything I’d learned in the special science program here. In LA, I was a loser. In Sydney, I was one of the kids. And here… I don’t know what I am, exactly, here.
There aren’t a whole lot of people I’ve talked to here. I guess everybody’s been so busy with finding the transceiver, and then they found a pair of handcuffs, and now, people are talking about going on a hike to try to get a signal for the transceiver. All the way up the mountain. I want to help out, but… strength isn’t really my strong point, and I don’t want to be reminded of that now.
Still, sitting around by myself has been beneficial. I’ve learned a lot about a lot of the people. The doctor, Jack, seems like a superhero. If I ever create my own comic book, I think I’ll make his “human side” like Jack. He patched me up a bit, but I was lucky. I wasn’t hurt too badly. This guy, I think his name is Charlie, seems kind of weird. Sometimes, he seems really normal and friendly, but other times… it’s like he got hit in the head. I can’t figure out what’s wrong with him. Boone and Shannon, they’re brother and sister, never get along. They’re always arguing, even now. Then again, I can’t imagine every getting along with Jason, my older brother.
I’m still trying to figure out if I’m lucky or not. I guess most people would say that I had good luck, surviving through a plane crash. But we’re stuck on a deserted island, with something in the jungle that apparently got the pilot of the plane pretty badly. I wonder if anybody, other than my mom, misses me? I’m pretty sure the kids at school are laughing pretty hard now. To tell the truth, I really don’t want to be trapped here. I miss my mom. I miss my house, and I miss feeling safe at least half the time.
I guess I shouldn’t think about that stuff now. Maybe I’ll go find Walt - I haven’t really talked to him much, he’s pretty upset about his dog. I’ll ask him to look at that comic book he found. I feel really bad for him, I heard his mom just died, and he left Sydney to go live with his dad. He’s pretty lucky that he’s got some family with him. I’m a little jealous.
I guess I’ll write more later.
-Devin