What Are We Going to Do?

[mirabella]

DAY ONE: LATE AFTERNOON

Arnold had not been able to sleep, every time he tried to close his eyes, the memories of the crash would play again in his dreams. His dreams adding more horror and more details than Arnold could remember happening. For example, in his dreams Arnold had not made it out of the burning plane. He would scream, begging for someone to help him, but the others would just laugh at him and call him weird and other jeering. Arnold was used to it all. He was always bullied by people at school. Being shy didn't help matters either. It made him angry thinking about it. How many times had he dreamed of their suffering? How many times did he wish something horrible happening to them by his very own hand? It didn't surprise him that they wouldn't help when he needed it most. Arnold shook his head. Things in the island was going to be different. No one here would mock him. He was the one who was going to find a way out of this cursed Island. He was the one who would end up saving the day. Arnold smiled at the the picture that he could see in his mind eye. Everyone cheering and calling out to him, thanking him for saving their lives... As pathetic as they all were.

He already hated every single person on that island. He hadn't spoken to any of them, but their actions and words to each other disgusted him. He needed to get off the island before their stupidity rubbed off on him. What a scary thought that was. He would rather have died a painful death than go through such a change. They all thought that they were better than him. Especially Jay and Dorian. Arnold disliked those two especially. They were the type of males that would mock Arnold in school. They were the popular ones, the ones that would make life hell for Arnold. Arnold would try and fight back, but the cowards always fought by numbers. Never was it a one - on - one fight. It infuriated him. Why did they think that they were better than him? Who cares that they were physically capable? Who cares if they win games for the school? Why did that even matter? Shouldn't education matter more? Obviously not.

Arnold's blood was reaching a boiling point. He needed to be doing something else. He shouldn't be sitting here with only bitter thoughts for company. He would surely go mad. He had to find a way to get out of here. That was to be his only thought here on the island. It had to be he who managed it. He had to show the survivors that brain mattered most in situation like these, not their looks. He had to come up with a plan. He needed to be able to communicate with someone. For that he would need a radio. Where was he going to find that? He doubted anything on the plane had managed to survive... Except for the fools, of course. Life was really unfair sometimes. But he couldn't dwell on that. He couldn't change the past no matter how much he wished for it.

As much as Arnold didn't want to admit it, he needed someone good with electronics. To find that someone he would have to actually communicate with these people. Arnold sighed at the sad prospect. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he had to get someone to help him. He had to have someone he could spitball ideas with. Arnold would do all the work, he will be the one that found a way out of this mess that an incompetent pilot got them in. Arnold wondered if the stupid man had fallen asleep on the wheel or something. Not that any pilot would ever admit to such stupidity.

Arnold got up and stretched and looked around him, looking around at the group of survivors. He wondered if they were trying to find a way out of this island or were just moping around? Most probably the latter. He walked toward the group and proclaimed loudly, "What are we going to do? We can just sit around here doing nothing." He waited for someone to respond. He was sure the first thing out of their mouth would be mockery.

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Tag: All are welcome
Notes: I am lousy at starting threads. Haha
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