Chapter 8
Anyway back to what I was saying, It's been about 23 days I wonder if anyone even misses me or just assumes I made it to France safely. Then again how would I even know! I don't have any way to contact anyone besides myself of course. I wonder if they even broadcasted a plane crash on its way to France passing over this creepy scary island. Which I'm sure was once a very nice, kid friendly family resort. I'm sure my mom is going brazy regardless if they broadcast this on any social media considering the fact that she calls me every 25 minutes. I mean someone has to miss me right?
Chapter 9
Wow this has been one hell of a "trip"! I guess I should walk around some more. The more I walk around the more I see and discover on this island. Who would ever think families would even come on this island with their families for a "family vacation" as creepy as this island is? Psssh got me there! But no like seriously there has to be some type of old hotels with old phones, walkie talkies or like an um emergency bag with bottled water. I'm pretty sure the water I've been drinking for the past 27 days isn't purified. Even though the water here is beautiful.
Chapter 10
BINGO! I've found an old shack. There has to be something in here that I can use to call out or attract anyone else who was on the plane with me. C'mon there has to be something.. Anything.. Besides this old skeleton that I'm praying is just a tourist attraction and not actually real. Ho shit! It's real it's real it real. I have to get out of here before I puke my stomach full of fruits and berries out. Maybe in a couple days I can actually make the attempt. Yes I'm aware I'm a wuss! No need to tell me twice I already know.