How do I start this... I happen to be stuck on an island. It's not funny at all but this is comedic gold to me. I have my carry on and you, the new diary I got as a therapy-graduation present from mom. Now because I told her I thought Bali was nice once in 9th grade... I'm stuck. Keep me sane, diary. To be fair, the view's pretty nice. I forgot what that one youtube video said to do. Should've listened to Charlie. Is this salty or fresh water? I'm so dying aren't I? At least if they find me they'll have something to read. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I actually have never had a diary before. Like, you're putting ALL your deepest darkest secrets... the bad ones, into one place, a tiny brown leathered book. What could go wrong? Mom would be proud of me. Should I go all out and use the stickers too? We'll see. Should at least make this thing pretty since it's the last thing I'll do...literally.
This is another kind of boredom. I should probably build a shelter, gather food and all that but no thanks. I don't think it's hit me yet. Okay, it just hit me that I should probably actually try. Currently heading to the large hill to see what I'm working with. I'm already tired. Oh my god, you better be so proud of me. I found water and there were birds in the area. Good sign, right? I'm drinking it, don't even care. Today has been successful. Shelter: I made a fort! I think they're trying to find me. I have seen two helicopters in the last 30 minutes. I waved my brother's bright orange basketball shorts and nothing. They must be horrible at their jobs. Worst of all, now I feel even worse. I could've been on my way to a delish meal of Satay right now
I can't stop crying. I really thought they would have found me by now. Am I really going to die here like this?
It's day 11. Realistically I have 3 more days before I run out of most of my resources. I haven't slept well and I'm feeling tired. Today's plan: make a plan. How do I survive? My name is Margaret Keene. My parents are Katherine and Michael Keene. I am the sole survivor of an airplane crash. I have reason to believe that this was not accidental. The two service attendants screamed by the cockpit more than an hour before the crash. I haven't heard from them since, not after ringing their "help" bell, not after calling them out, and not when I used their own radio intercom to voice my dissatisfaction. Something occurred in that area of the jet around 4 am Sunday August 13th, 2022. I have landed on an island. There are signs of humans. This area is very large. I am doing everything in my ability to stay alive.
If I am honest all hope is out of the door for me. Watching as all my work was washed away by waves has made me realize that I am too small in comparison to the great size of mother nature. Just 2 days ago I told the imaginary people who are supposed to find my belongings, my diary, and my body that I intended on staying alive. I must've been high off all the fruit soup I ate. I think I need to prepare myself for the worst. I am so grateful for dying this way. I had never felt the need to live until now. It looks so pretty when the sun starts to set. I won't have food tomorrow. I will miss being woken up by the wild monkeys who still haven't eaten me yet. Whatever you did mom or dad better have been worth it. No way so many different air crafts have come to take a little looksy. Only a look. They're always above me. Something is very wrong. Why won't they pick me up? white small airplane. man in black suit. clear power over the rest of the men in suits. they are unaware of my diary. multiple questions about my sightings. they say i was hallucinating it all. A girl, with her matte black suitcase and the palest face I could ever imagine by the shore. Today is her day 0.
My project is the story of a girl, Margaret who unexpectedly ended up on an island all by herself. I tell this story through Margaret’s diary entries throughout her journey on the island. I decided I wanted to create something with more creativity in order to have a fun website theme. I decided on a diary since I recently started my own diary. Understanding how parallax worked and how to style my website to fit my theme was knowledge I sought after in order to complete my assignment. I did find this aspect difficult since it wasn’t second nature, I used notes and resources.