Stranded

My Name

Turns out I felt like writing more so here is the next/first chapter

Katies POV

"Ugh, where am I," I say slowly but very surly getting up. I look around and see 7 random people around me. Huh, that's weird. I feel like I should know these people, like they were my friends or something... but for some reason I don't, ... or maybe I do. Ugh this whole thing is just too complicated. I sigh and get up. Ugh why does that hurt so much. I started stretching to get my body warmed up when I remembered the other people lying around.

I sighed and started walking around these people. Maybe there is something about them that can help me find out where we are. After some, and by some I mean a lot, of walking I found a backpack by one of them huh. The backpack was soaking wet and tangled on some seaweed. I yanked on it but it didn't budge, but after sometime it came out. I sit down and look inside the backpack and find some chips,canned beans, two tents and a broken compass ... oh and these 8 wet journals. That's weird there are only 7 people laying here. Who does the 8th one belong to?

I started counting just to make sure I counted right. Oh now I realized what I had done. I forgot to count myself. Silly me.. None of these journals look like mine. My name isn't any of these, my name is..... O shoot I don't know my name. How is that possible? I started panicking but then I realized that I had these diaries. Maybe they can help my memory.

I took one journal and started to look through it. It's all soaked so I can't see or read anything but they look like they say the same thing, but it doesn't look like mine. I put it down and get the next journal. Huh that's weird they also did the same thing. I looked through 5 more journals until I found one that looks like mine... I think. This journal I don't know strikes me like it would be mine. Which is kind of weird, but I opened it up and it looks like every other journal. Soaked and disoriented, and of course the same thing on every page, just like the other journals. I kept looking at it but still nothing came to me. Maybe I should walk around the perimeter of the island. If anything I can find out how big the island is, or it'll help me think. I sigh and take the journal which I am 99% sure is mine and start walking.

I walked,and walked,and walked, and oh my god how long is this stupid island ugh. I know I was supposed to refresh my memory but it just wouldn't work. I didn't know who I was, where I was born, I didn't even know my birthday. I sighed in frustration but kept walking to remember but my brain kept telling me the same thing over and over again. The pages are the same, the pages are the same, the pages are the same,.... oh my god the pages are the same. I instantly opened my journal and took about 7 pages and held them together and because it had the same words in the same places I knew what it read. I started reading the journal.

Dear Dairy,

If you are reading this you probably did something stupid and are in danger, rereading this to make sure it's good, or people are making a documentary about you. So let's start from the beginning in case it really is a documentary. My name is Katie

Huh so that's my name. Katie.

That's it guys also idk if the thing she did would work in real life i just wrote something ig.