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Fuck! Why'd they have to leave me on this deserted island?! How could my parents think I'm spoiled? I mean, I got my own job! ... at their company. Just because my parents are rich doesn't mean I'm spoiled. I only buy four new business suits a day. And I got to the mall like a normal person, with eight security guards. Nothing special, just the ones with standard training.

I just want to get home, back to my mansion in the country side and ride my helicopter to my job every day. Is that so much to ask for?

Apparently it is! I walk up the sandy beach and come up to the forest. I've been here forty minutes! I NEED food and drink!! I could starve any time now! I hate foreign boat drives, they can't even understand one thing. I tried to offer him my tools that my parents sent me with, in exchange for him to turn the boat around and take me back to mainland but he couldn't understand me.

I look down and see dirt, DIRT! I can't walk on that! that's disgusting. Aren't there any paved roads on this island?

Okay, um, I guess I'll cut down this tree here. I think it might have some coconuts on it too. I start to swing my axe at it and chop it down. But this is such tiring work. And I'm about to starve any minute. Thanks, mom and dad, thanks a lot!

Okay, it's almost down, just a couple more swings...

Finally! It fell down. Oh great, now I have to get this coconut open.

I start chopping it with my axe. I think to myself out loud,"They aren't that big at the store."

I keep swinging at that. It takes almost as long as a tree. Finally, I get it open. I eat the insides and drink the juice. Ick, this looks like my parent's bedroom under a black light... Yet, they only have one child.

Oh, what's that? I see an Advil bottle roll up on the beach.

I run over and pick it up. I open the bottle, again with the axe. Stupid child proof lids!

I take out a pill and put it in my mouth. That tastes horrible! how did that guy on the commercial get through a bottle of it in one day?

I spit out the bitter liquid. It splatters in the sand.

I then try to make a shelter. It's small. Made from that one tree I cut down. it's closed in and there's only crawl space. It will have to do for tonight.

I guess I'll just sleep on it and hope I wake up from this nightmare.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 25, 2013 ⏰

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