I was dropped off at this beach by my grandparents in Hawaii. Vacation time! Finally I can get out of hell, that damn building called a school. The only problem: No phone- or Internet. What the hell were they doing that for. Something about being unreasonable. Whatever!
I thought about where the condo was- I came every year. They said this was the same beach. However, it didn't look like it. From where I was dropped off, I didn't see many houses, or people. Only dirt paths, trees, and...animals. The beach- was not in sight either. "Bye hon, cya in seven days! Well will be here to pick you up." Grandmother said. Then they left.
I'm 12 year old Matthew Limerick. I live with my grandparents because my parents abused me. Child protection services took me at age 8. It was hard, but I'm lucky I won't see them anytime soon.
Maybe they dropped me off at a different part of the island. I thought, I should walk.
It started getting dark, I walked about 5 miles in the past few hours. Nope! Not the same beach. SHIT! I'm stranded. With clothes, but no food or water. I was given some money, but I don't think Monkeys will make a trade. You know, me give them money- they give me food...? It won't work.
I grabbed a journal from my bag so I can write my experiences for the trip,
"Great, I'm stranded on this damn island, with no food, shelter, of water.'" I wrote in my journal. "What will I do?"
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