Finally Over

Im writting from the navy ship. I've been rescued by a navy soldier. I was sitting on the rocks next to the beach thinking about what i should do. I didn't know if i should just give up on life or keep my hoping of making it out of the island alive. When i looked straight into d ocean I saw a a little point far in the water. I immidiatlly got the fire working, my plan was to be noticed even if i had to burn down the whole island. The little point kept getting bigger and bigger when i reallized it was a ship i was desperate for help. I yelled as loud as i could, i don't think it really worked but luckly they saw the big fire and came to help. I was the only one that survive, all the others died. Finally its all over and I am on my way home. I'm afraid people forgot about me and that my family thinks I'm dead. But i cant wait...

Outta control

Everyday in this island is getting wost. I am starting to loose my mind. There is always someone trying to start fight. We have split into two groups now, the other group doesn't care about anyone else but themselves. They are the ones that's always causing problems with others. I'm starting to believe that we won't be rescued. It's hard for us to find food and shelter. I still have faith. If anyone is reading this please send help...