I have been living on a deserted island for six months. No one has come searching for me in these past months six months I been here. I think I’m in Mexico. Six months ago before I got deserted on this island. I was getting deported from America because I have no papers. My cousin in Mexico said that he could find a way for me back into America. So me and him flew out on his plane. Somehow he forgot to mention that his plane engine wasn’t quite working and that he barely had any gas. Then from the wing of the plane black smoke started to come out. The plane started to bounce and then the plane just dropped down into the water. The crash was bad. My cousin didn’t make it. He doesn’t know how to swim, he drowned from the impact of the crash underwater. I get nostalgic every once in a while when I’m stuck in my mind thinking about memories. Sometimes I wake up around 5:30am when the sun is rising and remember about the times and when I used to wake up from to the scent of my grandmas cooking. My regular schedule which is Mondays and Thursday-Sundays. I wake up when the sun is rising which is usually around 5:30am to 6:30am, then I go for my usual jog in the morning. I run about 10 miles every week. After my jog I go for a swim in the clear shallow water, I swim about 2 hours then I go get my stick to catch fishes for my lunch and dinner. After that I take a nap which is about an hour or more. By now it is usually 5pm or 6pm, The sun should be setting by now which means that the birds usually are in the trees and you can hear them chirping. I grab leaves from the trees and set them down onto the sand to build a little resting area. I grab bark and wood and start a fireplace. Then I fall asleep.