Stranded

~~~You are stranded on a remote island with no hope of being rescued. You have a pen, one piece of paper, and a bottle. You'd like to let people know what happened to you, who you are, and how you'd like to be remembered.~~~




               Dear whom it may concern,
                     My name is Kristen Marie. As of right now I am stranded on an island. I do not exactly remember how I got here, I just know I was on a plane to Egypt with my class. We were studying abroad on different cultures and their food. I remember the flight attendant asking what kind of soda I would prefer. Pepsi or Cola? I never got to answer. I might have answered, I'm not entirely sure. I woke up here. I think I may have fainted. Maybe that's why I am here safely and no one else is. I was not frightened of the inevitable. I did not know the inevitable was happening.
                     Today has marked the fourth day I have been here since I've woken up. So far I have seen no survivors, no planes, nothing. I am now positive that I will not be rescued. So I have found paper that drifted from the plane that needed a bit of sun bathing. I also found a case of pens that belonged to the pilots. Now I have come across a brown stained glass bottle. It might have been a beer bottle at one point. Anyways. to whoever finds this, please return it to my dear mother Bessie. She would need to know that I am safe, away from harms way. I would like to tell you about myself.
                     For I no longer have another being to talk to, I must confide in paper and pen. My name is Kristen Marie, my mother is Bessie Jane, and my bother is Phillip Clark. We come from a short line of Reese's and McQuay's, an adopted family of Johnson's, a new name for each generation. I am 15 years old. I was in the grade 10. Two years away from graduating. But I don't want to be remembered as the sophomore who kept contact.
                     This is how I want to be remembered. I want people to remember me as that smart girl who tried to get along with everyone. The girl you saw in the hallways, and she offered you a smile. The girl who didn't take crap from nobody. The girl who loved the boy who dropped out.
                     I want to be remembered as the one who tried. The one who wanted to make it out in the real world. The one who wanted to make a life out of herself. The one who wanted to pay rent while she was still in college. I want to be remembered as the girl who always wanted to be remembered. Please don't forget about me.
                                                                                                    Sincerely,
                                                                                                             Kristen Marie, Flight 243