Days on Island: 2
Morning
Still no sign of rescue. What are they waiting for, an engraved invitation? A frigging plane went down! Someone should have noticed! People don't just lose planes…do they?
Even in all this chaos, it's amazing how the human race can still amaze and horrify me. The O.C. reject, who I have now dubbed Princess McBitchy, is out there sunbathing. Sunbathing! Can you believe it?
Just a little while ago I was hauling a suitcase to the pile we started to sort necessities and "accidentally" kick sand on her back. "Do you mind?" She snapped at me. "Gee, sorry to get in the way of your laying around time," I answer with an annoyed tone.
As I walked away, I heard her mutter "Bitch," and I rolled my eyes, trudging on. The guy she was traveling with, her brother, I think, took the suitcase from me. "Sorry about that. Shannon has a special way of dealing with stress," he apologized for his sister. "She accessorizes?" I replied in a chirpy but sarcastic tone. He chuckled and nodded. "Occasionally she primps too. She means well though…I think."
He seems like a good guy. Said his name was Boone. How he got stuck with her I can't figure out. They don't even look alike.
Everyone's a lot more chatty today. I suppose the initial shock is wearing off and people are finally starting to I was talking to the Middle Eastern guy and some jerk that's a high school teacher earlier (I've really got to start remembering names). It's funny how people are already starting to form little cliques. This morning I was sitting around with a few people discussing 'Gigantor of the Jungle,' when we would be rescued, etc. The normal survivor discussion topics, I suppose. Anyway, the big guy arrived and brought up the fuselage AKA the steel tomb of death and despair. He was wondering what we should do about the B-O-D-Y-S. Yes, bodys. Some kid who had been sitting there not paying any attention (or so I thought) and I automatically responded, "B-O-D-I-E-S." We exchanged glances and smiled, both seemingly in on some private joke.
The others seemed to agree something should be done, but Princess McBitchy AKA Shannon started going on how the rescue boats would take care of it when they got here. Hello? I do not want to be looking at the extras from Texas Chainsaw Massacre until rescue gets here. 'Cause they've been taking their good sweet time as it is.
Before we could get into it, Jack arrived and told the others he and Kate were going on some jungle trek to find the plane transceiver. Out of nowhere the British guy/'Driveshaft look alike' volunteered to go along. Well, at least someone is taking some initiative to get us the hell out of here…even if he does look like some rock star from five years ago. I really need to start asking around and find out what his deal is. There's no way he could actually be that guy from Driveshaft. Stuff like that doesn't happen in real life. Oh my God, my friend Emily would totally flip if it was him.