Stranded on an Island

I did not land in Sydney, Australia after all. I am alone on an island close to Australia. My parents are dead..

I don’t even know where I am. The plane crashed into the sea and after hours on a raft I ended up

here, all alone I think. I am fine, only a few bruises and scratches. I must have been lucky.

I have to build a shelter here and find food and water. All I have is this diary and my knife.

The island is not that big. After I realized which situation I am in, I went down to the coast

and just started walking. I was not sure, but I did not think the island was that big, so I

expected to end up at my raft again if I just kept walking on the coast. And I was right; the

island is not that big. I did not see any food except for a few mushrooms and plants, but I am not

certain that they are healthy.

Now I will head into the woods and see if I can find any good things and maybe get something

to eat – I am starving. I will hopefully come back and tell you some other information