It was nearing sundown of your first day on the island.

When every worker had been dismissed to go back to their tents, you wiped your hands and happily started heading back with everyone else.

By the time you had reached your tent the sun had just fully gone down.

Zoey had beaten you there, so she was already waiting. You waved at her before attempting to sit down on your sleeping bag. When you bent your knees, they ached, but the pain soon disappeared when you fell onto the bag, the weight lifting of your joints.

"Here." Zoey said, handing you a small, but thick, book.

You took it from her, examining the cover. It was brown leather, and completely blank. No title. You opened the inside and looked at the first page. Blank. You skimmed through all of the pages quickly, finding that they were all white.

"It's a diary." Zoey told you. "I happened to have it lying around with me, and I thought it looked like something you'd like."

"Thank you." You said, clutching the book to your chest.

Zoey crawled into her leaf green sleeping bag and cuddled up into her covers. "Make good use of it." She was silent for a moment. "Good night."

"Good night." You repeated as you picked up the candle in the back of your tent and brought it closer to you. You looked around the tent, finding a marker lying on the ground sideways in front of the opening of the tent. A black marker.

Those dumb boys had left the evidence behind when they pranked you.

Although you were still mad at them for vandalizing your chiseled features, you found it useful to write with in your diary.

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Day 1 On The New Island:

One word I would use to describe today would be labor. I worked my hardest though, and I can tell that this island is promising.

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You lifted the marker toward your face and tapped it a few times. What else was there to write? You shrugged your shoulders and placed the book down beside your sleeping bag, tucking the marker securely between the pages.

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Day 2 On The Island:

The basic necessities are set up and here, so now we don't have to go for a dip in the ocean whenever we need something.

Today was just a lot of outlines and planning. I did squish in some time to talk to Garroth today, so that's a score. Before I started writing this, Zoey and I had just gotten into a giggle fit.

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Day 3 On The Island:

It feels different to walk around. Foundations and layouts for new buildings are everywhere, and I can't even imagine what everything is going to look like completed.

Aaron tried scaring me today, but don't worry, I got him back. Or should I say "Garroth got my back."?

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Day 4 On Island:

I was assigned a new job. Yay for me, getting to go out and gather materials. At least I got to watch Garroth swing an axe, which was surprisingly attractive. Oh no. Erase. Erase. *Your previous statement about Garroth looks smudged*

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Day 5 On Island:

My arm hurts. Who's idea was this to enter stuff into my 'journal' every night?

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Day 6 On Island:

We've got a small shack for doing your business completed. That's our first structure ever completed on this island.

I've also started a routine with this whole diary thing. I come back to the tent, write about my day, then put this book under the head rest of my sleeping bag. No way will I let anyone get their hands on this.

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Day 7 On Island:

I went about knee deep into the water early this morning. It was nice until salt water got in my eyes, distracting my view of everything. Now that I'm writing this, I feel tired. I probably shouldn't have been up that early.

Oh yeah, and as of the island, some buildings look halfway complete on the outside, some still look a little wonky. Some new structures have popped up around the island, but there's still only a lone poop-shack completed.

Weirdest thing. I was venturing around the settlements and found a sign, engraved with "Travis is cool -Travis"

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Day 8 On Island:

One week anniversary of finding the island. Can I get a whoot-whoot? No one was eaten by a bear. Well, I mean, Brendan had a small encounter... But that's a story for another time. No one was mauled, right? Wrong. But at least I wasn't the poor unfortunate soul.

Speaking of encounters, we found these weird creatures that Zoey described to me as "Imps". I'm a little skeptical about them, but I can't judge those things just yet. We cool. We cool.

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Day 9 On Island:

Or is it day 10?:

Dang it, this is bad, I'm losing track of the days. Did I write an entry last night? Or was it the night before? I can't remember, the previous page says eight, but still... I'm doubting myself.

Maybe because Garroth went out of his way to talk to me. I know we have a special bond, but we spent our whole lunch break together. Granted, Zoey did eventually come find me, taking me away from Garroth.

But hey, at least I have a chance, right?

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Your entries were getting lazier and you were starting to get out of the habit of writing every night. Although you tried your best, it felt like a job when you forced yourself to write.

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Day 15?:

I'm not even gonna lie. It's not day eleven. It's not day twelve.

I've been so wiped out from all of this work, and I immediately fall asleep whenever I make it back to the tent. But I won't have to worry about sleeping in this tent for much longer, because the workers have started on building houses for us.

Finally I can get away from Zoey's snoring.

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You skipped over a ripped out page from the night before. You could still see the edge of the paper that had stuck to the binding, reminding you of the sad attempt at poetry you had made about Garroth. That was long gone. If you can't destroy the evidence, you eat it.

Just kidding. You crumple it up and dip it in the ocean as many times as you need to before the paper disintegrates.

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Day 20:

Garroth had a surprise for me. He lead me to a spot, close to the ocean, and a semi-far distance away from the tents.

I got hopeful. Hopeful that Garroth didn't see me leaning in with my lips puckered, because I completely misread the situation.

He turned around, revealing the foundation of where my house would be. Now that I've seen it, I have pictures in my head of what the whole new village is going to look like.

And I know that there's a brighter tomorrow.

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