Kiandra my brumby

The answers

I opened the book and it seemed like a diary entry but from a young child. The odd thing was that the most recent diary entry was written in 2009. I walked back to the camp without reading the book. "So, what did you find?" Luke asked. I didn't really want to tell him about the diary. 

"I found a business card." I answered, hiding the book under my jumper. I walked to my tent and started packing my stuff. When I was done, I began to read the diary.

Hailey knocked on my tent. "You want some breakfast?" She asked.
"No thanks." I replied as I read the diary. She poked her head in.
"Oooh. What's that?" She teased.
"Nothing. Please go." I said. She shot me a smirk and left.
"Today, dad yelled at me again. 'Don't argue for the rights of those creatures. Stupid Jonathan. I can't believe you, Jonathan Sailor, my own son would judge my decisions.' That's what echoes through my mind. I wish he would leave me to my opinions." The book read. Most words were spelt wrong. Did I really just read the name Jonathan Sailor? The Jonathan that I was with is known as Jonathan Sailor. Could they be the same person? Jonathan moved from America when he was about five. I didn't want to ask him. I put the book down when I noticed some paper fell out of the middle of the book. "I just came back from the local schools sustainability camp. I was in a group with Eric, Matt and a girl from a different school. Her other two friends were in my group as well. The girl was named Skye and her friends were called Hailey and Rosie. Rosie was a girl who didn't seem to like the outdoors. Hailey was a bit nutty and seemed to hang with Rosie a lot. I didn't get their train of thought. Skye was different. She was their friend but was less make up and gossip and more into the beauty of everything natural. She was so active, helpful, willing and free spirited. She wasn't bothered by the 'don't leave your group' rule. On our bush walk, she would wonder off and many times I followed her. At one point she did get us lost but I know she wasn't worried. I called her bushranger and Indiana Jones as a joke." I whispered the entry to myself. This was definitely the same Jonathan. I needed to tell him about reading it and maybe this would stop us from arguing. Before leaving, I noticed a logo on the back of his book. It was the same from the business card. I left and walked over to Jonathan. "Jonathan, can we talk alone?" I asked, hiding the book under my jumper.