Poem

Writing the poem was fun to do. I had a good time making it and learned how to rhyme and make sense of a poem. The hardest part of making the poem was starting and out and thinking about what to write. Writing with another person is harder than writing alone, because two people think differently. Still, writing with someone else is more fun, because you talk about the poem

Log #5

I'm writing again because I have extremely good news. Helicopters have landed on the beach. I can hear men screaming to see if there are any survivors. I have not seen any of the other people that survived the plane crash since I moved. For all I know, they are dead. I have lived in this cave for two weeks, and have been on this island for uncountable days. I am ecstatic to finally get home, to civilization. I can hear officers running deeper into the forest, closer to my shelter. I will wait for them to come to me, I don't want to go out in the forest and get lost, which could end up in me not getting rescued. There are men coming into the cave. I am finally rescued, I survived. This is my last entry. I am going home, off of this terrible island. I will see you in the city.

Log #4

I'm writing this entry because the survivors are going insane. The thought of not being rescued has infected all of our minds. Groups are beginning to break apart and form separate "tribes" to live within. I have been talking to a few survivors and the idea of cannibalism seems to be a great thought, picking off the week ones while they sleep; easy meat for a week or two. This is why I've decided to separate from all the others and map out the island to try and find a cave to stay in, while the others go mad. I'm bringing this journal, a pack of fruits and the rest of the pig meat that we had mostly eaten. I am about to set off, if i manage to stay alive through my search for a decent shelter, I will write as soon as possible. Wish me luck, hopefully the survivors will realize what they are coming to be, I will decide whether to return to them if I feel like they have become sane again.

Log 2

We have set up camp, and everything seems to be working fine. Fire was easy to make, for on the plane a Eagle Scout was just returning from a trip to the outback, for his County's troop. Everyone has been sleeping underneath a roof, for it is typhoon season, and winds and rain have been a problem for our group, but makes water very easy to come across. We might have to migrate into the center of the island to move camp into a cave, and off of the beach. However, this could put more of the planes survivors in danger from wild animals. The wounded have even been helpful, they are weaving roofs and walls to protect our shelter. Everyone seems to understand that working together is best for us. The 8 that are unwounded, and aren't petrified by this island have been working day and night for us to survive, everything has been good so far. I will check in again in a couple weeks. Until then, I will try to help the ones that are suffering from paranoia.

Log #3

It's been about 3 weeks since my last entry. I really haven't found the time to write, because everyone has been such a burden. I have taken the role of leading the group, and telling them what to do. Most of the group members have been saying they are seeing "demons" and "dragons" in the woods. I've gathered what I know about stranded islands, and they are probably suffering from heat stroke or dehydration, which will lead to severe hallucinations. In fact, some of the group members beleive that they are back home with their family, and are wondering what time "Betty" will be home from work, and how long the steaks have been on the stove. The only thing i can do with these people is just hope they snap out of this hallucination, and give them water.
I have to say, being on this island has really made me think about home, and how lucky we are to be living in such a protected enviornment. Out of all the things I miss, I would have to say the first thing that always comes to mind is my dog. He was my best friend, and I could always turn to him. Nothing could replace him.
We are going on a hike to the center of the valley. I will write whenver I am available next.

Log 1

Our plane went down somewhere between Sydney, Australia and London, England. The flight was about 2 hours through, when the turbulance really started to get rough. I remember thinking that there was no chance of our plane crashing. I never believed in jinxing till now. The plane took a sharp dive, and people's bodies flew about the cabin. I never thought anyone would live from the crash, however a group of about 8 lived from the crash. I say "about 8", because those are the only ones that are stable at this time. Two other members are in shock, and will not move until we have sight of a rescue boat or plane, and three others are impaired with broken legs, and arms. I know that if we are going to live on this island, we will need to work together, create a colony, and search the island. Water seems plentiful, for the forest is very damp. You can hear the wildlife in the distant forest, not knowing what kind of creatures could live in there. The group is worried. I will organize a team to help the wounded, and shocked. We will create shelter.

Intro

My name is Franklin. I am currently a student at BHS. I play Basketball and Baseball for my Highschool. I am 15 years old and am currently a sophmore. I've played sports all of my life. My favorite subject is English and History. I have never met my dad and am adopted. My best friends name is Jackson, he goes to BHS too. I went to a very secluded middle school and elementry school called Nueva. I like BHS alot more than I liked nueva. I want to make alot of money when I grow up. I want to be married and have 3 kids. I want to go to a UC school, like UC San Diego, I also want to play basketball in college. Last year I broke my ankle and have broken all of my fingers. I watch basketball durring the season, my favorite team is the Golden State Warriors. This season I have season tickets. I would like the San Francisco 49'ers if they weren't terrible.