short story

Dear Diary, (2-10-04)
Remember me? Justice? I know its been a long time but don’t worry because everything it fine. Well today would be described as a great day for me. The sun is shinning and the birds are singing. The waves on the beach are smoothly flowing and the kids are all laughing. It is the second week in our new house and it has been great. We unpacked the last box last night and we hope to be starting a box free life from now on because this is the 7th time that I have moved in my life. I do say that this is may favorite place I’ve lived so far. I have lived in 4 different states and none of them are as good as Fort Myers Beach, west Florida. We go swimming every day and I have six different sun burns overlapping each other but it doesn’t matter because I am having so much fun. My mother has just called me to go swimming again and I cant wait. So I got to got (bye).


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-11-04)
Last night my sister Hope and I cried our self’s to sleep. Why you ask? Because while we were swimming we heard some screams behind us so we looked out deep into the sea and saw our parents, up to their eyes in water. They were sucked into the under tide and droned to death. With a loud splash they were pulled under within seconds. There was nothing that we could do about it. That was the last time that I saw my parents. It is aggravating because I had to watch my parents die at the age of 15. The police found out and the social workers are coming to get us tomorrow. My sister and I will be split up. I will have to move out of my house and live in a foster home.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-12-04)
The social workers are at our house and Hope and I are down at the gulf saying our goodbyes. A cruse ship recently docked at the pier next to us. We have decided to get on it.
We snuck on and don’t ask how because I truthfully don’t know. We found and empty cabin and they think we are real passengers on the ship. The room service is free and we go swimming all the time. This is like paradise on water. All the people are so nice and they have crafts on the third floor every day at 1:00.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-14-04)
The titanic has happened all over again. We have hit an Ice burg and the ship sunk. My sister and I are floating in a life boat, helplessly in the middle of no were. We are hungry and scared. We don’t have any thing to do. And for that matter we don’t even know what to; do so we just sat and talked. We talked about the good days. Also about the bad days, but mostly the good days. It was nice. No intrusions, total silence and Hope really opened up to me.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-15-04)
We have just landed on a stranded island and the reason that we know it is stranded is because Hope and I have been look in for food for two hours and saw absolutely no people or food.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-15-04) #2
To help the annoying sound of my sister’s cry I told her to go swimming. She sprung off of her feet and ran to the water. I guess I do have some pretty good plans. Well after about ten minutes in the water, I heard Hope holler my name. I though that she was drowning but when I caught her with my eye, I saw that she was running to me.
“J. J. J. J. guess what!” she panted excitedly
“what do you want Hope?” I said
“I FOUND A REFRIGIRATOR FROM THE SHIP!” Hope said
“so we have food!?” I said
After three long hours of dragging the refrigerator out of the water we opened it up and dug in. the door was locked but Hope found a stone and busted it open. There were all kinds of foods and keep in mind that this refrigerator was probably bigger than fat Albert.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (1-2-05)
Hope and I have been living here for almost a year now and we kind of love it. Its like our own private island. We have food from the refrigerator still and when that runs out we will just use nature to feed and protect us. This is the beginning of our tropical life.


-Justice Grace