[Day 2] Dear journal,

I’m sitting near the shore all by myself watching the sunrise, alone with nothing but my thoughts. The previous night has brought many emotions to me, the most prominent being fear. I haven’t told the others that I am scared; I wonder if they can sense it from my body language. I am scared. I know how we got here, but I don’t know how we’re going to leave. The night was cold and lonely, and we were unprepared. Our lullaby was the sound of waves crashing and our alarm clock was the slightest call of the island birds. There was no mother to say goodnight, no television to fall asleep to, or no late midnight snack. There was the ground; the cold, sandy ground. It’s true what they say; it’s hard to sleep on an empty stomach, but it’s even harder to sleep when you have an empty stomach, and you don’t know how to fill it. That’s the first thing I think we need to figure how to do today, eat. We need to put all our knowledge together and find out how we will collect and cook our meals. The food will extinguish my hunger, but not my worry. In times like this we need to stay strong and believe, so I need to put my fear aside, not just for myself, but for us; all of us stranded on this island. We haven’t chosen a leader yet, but I feel that the leader needs to be somebody who will think rationally and listen to others. This leader needs to be open to opinions, and it is very important that they are calm in nature in order to asses every situation without breaking into panic. With these points aside, I believe that our group’s leader should be Emily. The storm during the night did not awaken me, nor take any of our supplies. Our remaining supplies include an axe, harpoon, flippers, signal flares, blankets, cooking pots, knives, first aid kit, mirror, rope and fishing tackle. My friends have just woken up, and are on their way to the shore, I must be going now. I won’t be alone much longer with the most dangerous thing on this island, my thoughts.

Sincerely, Alex. [375]