• The Blue
    I was born where I live, near, but not in, the ocean. I love the water and love being near it. When I was 11 I learned the technique in staying underwater “don’t worry” worrying, most of the time, is the base of your problems. Worrying is exactly how my mother died. I was in the water for 2 minutes and my mom got frantic and dived in to try and “save” me. She didn’t know I was on an outside island on the other side of the porter. When she couldn’t find me she worried, breathed in water, came on land and dry drowned. Too bad I didn’t know my “dear old dad”, and I don’t want to know him. I might as well not tell you his damned story because I hate him too much to. If he’s man enough to abandon us then he’s man enough to see he’s life crumble.
    My mom choose my name and I don’t plan to get it changed, Okhotsk Andaman Reed. I wonder if she was thinking of the seas when she named me. My mom always told me to be as graceful as the Andaman Sea and as active as the Okhotsk. I still don’t know what that means but I ‘m sure it’s because I don’t how those seas look or feel. Maybe when I leave this I island I can visit them, if I leave this island. My mom told me no one else lives on this land but I can sense differently. It’s not fair that I couldn’t walk the rest of the archipelago with. This brings me to another life lesson from Mom. She would frequently tell me, when something didn’t go my way, “life isn’t fair so don’t try to make the world any better than what it is”. And she was definitely right.


    Capter 1
    Fair Yet Bias

    Today was supposed to be my mom’s birthday, January 14, but instead of a present for my mom, I got a gift from the military. They sent me a note from a plane stating that me and the other island inhabitants will have a chance to go to New York and stay in a hotel paid by the government.
    The note said more but I couldn’t stop reading the first paragraph. The note said “other inhabitants” and it was dropped by a plane which means the plane must have surveyed the area which also means other people live here! I knew it! I wonder how people there 20? 50? 100? All I want is someone to talk to it gets to lonely here.
    The very next I decided to walk around fully explore the island to see if I could find anyone. All of my attempts failed. I couldn’t spot a single human to save my life.”Don’t worry” I told myself. Then I thought of Mom “ration things out and be persistent.” So the next day I explored some more and the day after that and the day after that until I had another hint from Mom. “If a mental image doesn’t work then go physical.” The next few days I took a roll of Papyrus bark and drew the perimeter of the island taking 3 weeks doing so, and I learned to things from that. One, that there are no Islanders on the side of the islet and two, the island looks like an infinite sign.
    I didn’t see anyone on the outside but my mom would perpetually say “Don’t judge a book by its cover. Read into it you might like the outcome” and with that being said I think she wants me to search inside. That alone took another wasted 6 weeks to do.
    What I didn’t get is how does the military tell us to get ready to leave but not give us a date? It’s already been 10 weeks. How much time does it take to pick people (or a person) up that have nothing with them?
    1 Month later a Heli finally came and landed somewhere on the north side of the island………….