I suppose we are lucky to be alive. Except I don't feel very lucky. Its getting dark and I'm scared. I don't know what to do.
Afterwards, i just couldn't help myself- For the first time since the crash i burst into tears.
Am I? Do I belong here? For a while watching the birds fly off up the river, I felt as if I did.
In the beginning Faith was scared and lost. She was unprepared and did not know what to do. Her father was badly hurt and could not help her she was on her own.
We were hoping to leave today, but the rain has hardly let up. Each time I have gone down to the river, the crocodile has been there. Like a sentinel guarding the open water.
On day one she was feeling worried and lonely but on day three she was sad, scared and angry, her hope had been torn away from her and what she thought was her only chance of survival had just flown past.
The river and the forest looked empty, just as they had on the first day when we crash landed in the middle of nowhere.
On day three she was sad and afraid. She desperately wanted to leave but on day nine she is feeling much more comfortable with her situation because she has found water, food, shelter and fire. she feels as tho she might belong there.
On day twelve Faith was tired and angry. She knew she had to leave soon, not because she wanted to but because she was worried about her dad. In the last slide she was thinking she could stay but three days later she new she needed to leave.
On day twelve Faith was trying to leave but now that she was leaving she felt a little sad because this place had become her home and in a strange way she new she would miss it.