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THE ISLAND

The Island – 1st draft******

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Anna Elliott. I teach ninth grade and I was thirty years old when T.J. Callahan’s parents hired me to tutor him for the summer. T.J. was fifteen and one month into remission with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

T.J.’s dad Tom was the lead architect for a luxury hotel nearing completion at a resort west of Sri Lanka, in the Indian Ocean. T.J., his parents, two younger sisters, and I were staying at the resort for the summer while Tom supervised the final details on the project.

My sister Sarah drove me to the airport.

“I still don’t understand why you agreed to go so far away,” she said. “I think you should be near your family right now.”

“I want to get out of the city for a while.”

Sarah pulled up to the curb when we reached the airport. She helped me take my suitcases out of the trunk. “Do you want me to park and go in with you?”

“No. I’ll be fine. You and David can bring the girls and meet me at the gate when I get back. Tell them I’ll have souvenirs. Have them make a welcome home sign or something.”

“They’ll love that.”

“I know.”

“Call me when you get there.” Sarah gave me a big hug. I hugged her back and smiled.

“I will. Thanks for taking me to the airport.”

“You’re welcome.” I watched Sarah get into her car and drive away and then I grabbed my suitcases and walked into the airport.

We were supposed to fly out as soon as the school year ended but T.J.’s mom Sharon called me and said that T.J. wanted to stay behind a few days to attend a party at his friend Ben’s house. “I hate to delay our arrival,” she said. I’m supposed to meet the property manager and get the keys to the rental house but I may have to push back our departure date. T.J. isn’t happy that we’re leaving Chicago for the summer so letting him go to this party is something Tom and I want to do for him. We’re thankful he’s healthy enough to go.”

“I can fly down with him if you want to go on ahead,” I said. “We’d only be a couple of days behind you.”

“It’s not an easy trip,” she said. “It takes over twenty-four hours to get there.”

“That’s okay,” I said. I was used to traveling and managed to get at least one new stamp in my passport every year. “T.J. and I will have a chance to get to know each other better.” T.J. didn’t attend the high school where I taught and I’d only met him once, when I’d interviewed with the Callahan’s.

“Are you sure this would be okay with you?”

“Really, I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t.”

“T.J. could probably stay with Ben after we leave. I’ll see if Ben’s mom can take him to the airport. I suppose you could meet him there.”

“Sure,” I said.

“Thank you Anna. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

T.J. and Ben were waiting for me at the gate. T.J.’s bald head made him look younger than fifteen. He was short, maybe five feet four, with a slim build.

“Hi T.J.,” I said. It’s good to see you again. Are you ready to go?”

“Oh hey, sure”.

“You must be Ben,” I said to the boy sitting next to T.J. “I’m Anna Elliott.” I offered my hand and he shook it awkwardly.

“How was the party?” I asked

“Uh, it was okay,” he said.

I turned back to T.J. “I’m going to check on our flight. I’ll be right back.”

As I walked away Ben said, “Dude. Your babysitter is hot.”

“She’s my tutor, asshole.”

When I returned T.J. was sitting alone. “Did Ben leave?” I asked.

“Yeah. His mom got tired of circling the airport. He wouldn’t let her come in with us.”

“Did you have a good time at the party?”

“Yeah.”

Do you want to get something to eat?” I asked.

“I’m not hungry,” he said.

“Okay.”

When we boarded the plane, T.J. put his headphones on and ignored me. He always answered me when I asked him a question – he was too polite not to – but he wasn’t interested in having a conversation. I assumed being able to go to the party hadn’t changed the fact that he wasn’t happy about leaving his friends for the summer and it was understandable that I wouldn’t be his favorite person. I didn’t take it personally.

We stayed on schedule until Frankfurt and then we were delayed for twelve hours while the airline attempted to untangle the mechanical problems and weather delays that rendered our original itinerary obsolete; T.J. slept on a row of hard plastic chairs while we waited to be re-routed. There were more delays in Sri Lanka – this time a shortage of flight crew – and by the time we arrived at Mal’e International Airport at nine thirty P.M., our final destination less than two hours away by air taxi, I had been awake for thirty-three hours. When I was told they had no reservation for us, I felt the tears build and blinked them back.

“But I have the confirmation number,” I said to the ticket agent as I slid the scrap of paper across the counter. “I updated our reservation before we left Sri Lanka. Two seats. T.J. Callahan and Anna Elliott. Please look again.” I tapped the counter for emphasis.

“The ticket agent checked the computer. “I am sorry; your names are not on the list. The air taxi is full. I have no more seats,” he said.

“What about the next flight. I was told there was another one. “

“There is no other flight tonight. “

“Is there a boat?” I asked. “A ferry?”

“No boats at night. Too dangerous with the reef. Planes only,” he said.

“What about the other charter carriers?” I asked.

“It’s Saturday night. Lots of pilots make plans for after they’ve landed at the resorts. They don’t fly back until the morning.” I saw him glance at my eyes. The tears I had been trying to hold back were close to running down my face. “I’ll send a message out and see what I can do,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said, wiping my eyes. “I really appreciate it. We’ll take anything.”

I bought two large bottles of water. “Do you want one?” I asked T.J.

“No thanks Anna.”

“Put it in your backpack, you might want it later.” We sat down on a bench and I called Sharon Callahan and told her not to expect us until morning. “There’s a chance they’ll find us a flight but I don’t think we’ll get out tonight.”

“I feel terrible Anna. You must be exhausted,” Sharon said. I should have stayed behind with you and T.J. and let Tom fly ahead with the girls.”

“It’s okay. We’ll be there tomorrow for sure.”

I noticed the ticket agent waving at me. He was smiling. “Sharon, listen I think we might –,” and then my cell phone dropped the call.

The ticket agent told us a pilot had agreed to fly us to the resort. “It’s a small plane, not an air taxi, but it will get you there safely.”

“Thank you so much,” I told him. “We really appreciate it.” Shortly before we boarded the plane I tried to call T.J.’s parents again but I couldn’t get a signal and my cell phone roamed without connecting.

“T.J., can I borrow your phone?” I asked.

“Sorry Anna, it’s dead,” he said.

Great. We’re going to show up at two in the morning and wake everyone in the house. “That’s okay, it probably wouldn’t get a signal either. Are you ready?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said, and grabbed his backpack. “Let’s go.”

T.J. and I walked onto the tarmac. We were close to the equator and the air was hot and humid. I was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans and I wished I’d changed into something cooler. My hair was sticking to the back of my neck.

The pilot was sitting in the cockpit when we walked through the door. He was older than me, maybe forty-five, and he was drinking something out of a large plastic cup. He was wearing sunglasses, even though it was almost midnight. He did not greet us but he stared at me and though I couldn’t be sure – because of the sunglasses – I got the uncomfortable feeling his eyes lingered where they shouldn’t have. I was too tired to care. My eyes felt grainy and I rubbed them with my fists.

The plane was a six seater and the cockpit didn’t have a barrier to separate the pilot from us. He started the engines and it was loud inside the cabin. When he turned his head to the side I saw his lips moving as he communicated with someone on the radio.

T.J. buckled himself into a seat and fell asleep immediately. I buckled in next to him and tried to hold my eyes open. I wanted to ask the pilot how long it would take us to reach the resort but I closed my eyes instead.

Loud rock music woke me up. I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and checked the time. 1:14 AM. What the hell was going on? I looked over at T.J. but he was still asleep.

The pilot had turned around in his seat and was staring at me. I looked back at him. He smiled and motioned for me to come forward and when I reached the cockpit I smelled the rum. He was no longer wearing his sunglasses and his eyes were bloodshot and watery.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Nothin’ baby,” he said. “Just wanted to say hi.”

“Where are we?” I asked.

“We’re cruisin’ baby. Just takin’ the bird out for a moonlight flight. You want a drink?” he asked.

My heart beat faster as the adrenaline started flowing through my body. How long had he been drinking?

“Listen to me,” I said. “I need you to answer my question: Where are we?”

“Now don’t be like that baby. I noticed you earlier, at the airport with the kid. I interrupted my Saturday night to come back and help you out. I did you a favor and now you can do me a favor. You know what kind of favor I mean baby?”

“Listen,” I said again. “I want you to call the airport on your radio. Tell them we are going to need some assistance when we land at the resort. Tell them you’re not feeling well and may not be able to land the plane safely. Get on the radio right now.”

“The radio is already on, can’t you hear the music? Maybe you want to do some slow dancing?” He grabbed my wrist to pull me closer and tried to kiss me.

I pushed him away. “I don’t want to dance. I want you to call the airport and give them our location and then tell them you’re not feeling well,” I said, this time a bit more urgently. Instead of doing what I asked, he grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into his lap.

“T.J.!” I screamed. I looked toward the back of the plane and saw that T.J. was still asleep. “T.J.!” I screamed again, louder, and this time, T.J. woke up. He looked half asleep and confused. The pilot was probably eight inches taller and eighty pounds heavier than T.J but the two of us together could put up a decent fight.

“Why did you wake the kid?” the pilot yelled. “Why did you wake up the goddamn kid!”

“Look, I can call the airport myself.”

“You’re not calling anybody.”

He grabbed the bottle of rum from under his seat and tried to take a drink but it was empty.

“How far away is the resort?” Maybe if we flew for a while he would sober up enough to land the plane.

“I dunno. It’s down there somewhere,” he said and laughed. He reached under the seat again and found a new bottle of rum. He cracked the seal and started to take a drink.

“Let me have some,” I said. “Hand me the bottle.” He smiled and stared at my breasts.

“Now you’re talkin’ baby.”

He handed me the rum. I pretended to take a drink and set the bottle down on the floor.

“Once you land the plane, and we’re safely on the ground, we can go get another drink.”

“The kid can’t come.”

“No, it will just be the two of us. But you can’t drink anymore because you need to land the plane.”

An alarm sounded in the cockpit but he ignored it. “You think I can’t fly this plane? You think I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ll put this plane down so soft you won’t feel the wheels touch baby.” He reminded me of the way a drunk driver insists he’s able to drive home and then crashes his car into a concrete embankment or goes the wrong direction on the freeway. I wasn’t scared he would try to sexually assault me – he was far too drunk to be successful – but I was terrified that he didn’t seem to realize how drunk he was.

“Where is the alarm going off?” I wasn’t sure if we were flying too low or running out of fuel. The pilot looked at me with a strange expression and then projectile vomited all over the windshield, the instrument panel, and me. I recoiled and wiped my face with the sleeve of my shirt. I turned around and said to T.J., “Look for life jackets, seat cushions, anything that will float.” T.J.rifled through the overhead compartments and looked under the seats.

I turned back toward the pilot and watched his head fall forward and jerk back. “Wake up! I yelled.

“Anna, I found the life jackets,” T.J. said. He handed one to me, then put on his own.

“Good job T.J. Is there a raft?” I asked as I put my life jacket on.

“I don’t know. I’ll keep looking.”

I looked out the windshield to see how low we were but I couldn’t see anything because of the vomit. I looked out the side window but the sky was as black as the ocean and I couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began. I wiped the instrument panel off with the hem of my t-shirt but I couldn’t tell why the alarm was going off. I grabbed the radio and pushed the buttons. “Can anyone hear me? We are in trouble, can anyone hear me?” There was nothing but static in return.

“Don’t worry about the raft T.J. Get in your seat and buckle up!” I said. I shook the pilot by the shoulders. “Wake up!” If he could call the airport they could talk me through it so I could try and land the plane myself. Or ditch it in the ocean, an option that scared me more than trying to land. I wondered which choice was more likely to kill us when I heard the engines sputter twice and go silent. We glided for a while and then the plane hit the water, skipping once like a rock across a pond. When the plane hit the water a second time the tip of one of the wings caught the surface and the plane cartwheeled out of control. I was ejected from the plane, through the shattered windshield, in a deafening explosion of glass and metal.

Seawater slammed down my throat and up my nose. I was disoriented and incapacitated by pain; it was only the buoyancy of my life jacket that lifted me toward the surface. When my head was finally above water I took huge, gasping breaths but couldn’t get my breathing regulated.

“T.J.! I screamed. “T.J.! Oh God, where was T.J.? I pictured him trapped in his seat, unable to get his seatbelt unbuckled. I felt the hysteria build.

The plane was in pieces around me and the water was filled with debris. I looked frantically for T.J., and screamed his name over and over and just when the hysteria threatened to overtake me, he surfaced nearby, coughing and choking.

I swam toward him even though every movement caused severe pain. I tasted blood in my mouth and my head was throbbing so hard it felt like it might literally explode, as if there was pressure building inside that needed to be released. When I reached T.J., I grabbed his hand and tried to tell him how happy I was that he was alive. But my words wouldn’t come out right and my voice sounded garbled. Everything was hazy as I drifted in and out. I was aware of T.J. looping his arm through the straps of my life jacket and yelling at me to wake up and then I remembered nothing at all until we washed up on the island.

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO (work in rainy season)

“Anna can you hear me?” I turned toward his voice and saw T.J. lying on the white sand shore next to me. His face was blistered and his lips were swollen. His head was sunburned and cut in several places and he had a black eye.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“How long?” I asked.

“We were in the water for over a day and we’ve been on shore for a few hours. You were out the whole time.”

“I probably have a concussion. Did I throw up?”

“Yes, several times,” he said. “Do you think they’re looking for us?”

“I’m sure they are.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t find the life raft,” T.J. said.

I smiled even though my face hurt. “It’s okay T.J. You found the life jackets. You did fine.”

“We need to see if there’s any water here,” I said. I stood up but I was so dizzy I fell. I got up again, slower this time, and we walked away from the water’s edge. My head throbbed and my vision was blurry. My shoes were missing.

The white sand beach gave way to shrubs and tropical vegetation the further we walked from the shore. Trees grew close together and their leaves formed a green canopy over our head. I was unsteady when I walked and T. J.’s left eye was swollen shut.

We found the pond when we came to a small clearing. It was small and filled with brackish still water. “Can we drink it?” T.J. asked.

“I don’t know. “ I knelt at the water’s edge and scooped some into my hand. It was as warm as bathwater. I raised my hand to my mouth and took a small drink. Even though the water tasted terrible I wanted more. T.J. knelt down beside me and scooped his own handful out of the pond. We drank as much as we could hold and then we lay on the ground by the pond to rest. The mosquitoes buzzed around my face. We both dozed for a while.

When we woke up we drank more. My head still hurt but my vision was clearer. I wanted to get back to the beach where a plane or a ship could see us. It would be dark soon and we needed a fire although I had no idea how to go about building one.

When we returned to the beach I noticed that debris from the crash had started washing up on shore. If they knew where we went down, could they follow the path of debris to us? Had they been tracking us on radar? I had no idea what the protocol was for small planes and if the pilot had filed a flight plan.

The mosquitoes were everywhere and I slapped them away from my face. I was tired and I wanted to lie down. “I don’t know if we have time to make a shelter before it gets dark. And we need to light a signal fire somehow,” I said to T.J. Then my stomach cramped. I ignored it, hoping it was because I was hungry. “I think we should stay on the beach so it’s easier to see us.” Another cramp hit me, this one more intense. My legs felt wobbly and I felt a line of sweat break out on my forehead. A final cramp hit me, this one painful enough to bring me to my knees.

“Anna what’s wrong?” T.J. bent down beside me as waves of pain slammed into me.

“Don’t follow me,” I said. As severe as the pain was I was still horrified by what was about to happen and I didn’t want him anywhere near me. I stumbled into the trees and barely got my jeans off before my body purged everything in it.

It was dark when I crawled back to the beach. My face, hands, and feet were mosquito bitten but my stomach was empty and no longer cramping. I had no idea where T.J. was. I drifted in and out of sleep and when I woke up, T.J. was lying beside me. I assumed he had suffered the same fate as me. We lay next to each other for the rest of the night, dehydrated and weak. I realized that although we had survived the crash, if we weren’t rescued soon, or couldn’t find fresh water, we would die on the beach.

When the sun came up I struggled to lift my head off the sand. We were close to the shore and I could see more debris littering the white sand. I saw something that didn’t look like the rest. “T.J.,” I said. “What is that?” I pointed to the object.

“Where?”

“Over there. That tan thing.”

“That’s my backpack. He smiled at me. Anna that’s my backpack!” T.J. walked to the water’s edge and grabbed it. He brought it back and I sat up. And just when I remembered why he was so excited, T.J. reached in and pulled out the bottle of water I’d bought him at the Male airport.

He twisted off the cap and we took turns drinking. It was a thirty-two ounce bottle and we drank the whole thing, being careful not to drink it too fast. It wasn’t a lot but it would keep us going until we could figure out how to find more. T.J.’s backpack also had a baseball cap and a sweatshirt which he put on immediately, to protect his head and arms from the sun and the mosquitoes, despite the sweltering heat. When we crashed he had been wearing shorts and a t-shirt and his arm and legs were covered in bites. There was another t-shirt and pair of shorts, underwear and socks, and his MP3 player and headphones. T.J.’s cell phone was at the bottom of the backpack. He pulled it out and flipped it open. I knew it was dead because I’d asked to borrow it at the airport and I knew it had been in the ocean which would have ruined it anyway but I still held my breath, hoping to see the lights come on. They didn’t.

“We need to find water we can drink,” I said. “And shelter. And fire.” I had no idea how we were going to accomplish this.

An hour later, after we’d come back from searching for water, we found two seat cushions on the shore. Next to them was an empty bottle of rum. I saved it because I knew we could use it for something.

Chapter 1

The Island – 1st draft******

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Anna Elliott. I’m a ninth grade English teacher and I was thirty years old when T.J. Callahan’s parents hired me to tutor him for the summer. T.J. was fifteen and one month into remission with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

T.J.’s dad Tom was the lead architect for a luxury hotel nearing completion at a resort west of Sri Lanka, in the Indian Ocean. T.J., his parents, and his two younger sisters Alexis and Grace were staying at the resort for the summer while Tom supervised the final details on the project. I usually tutored students at the library or in a classroom but I agreed to spend the summer with the Callahan’s because I had my own reasons for wanting to leave Chicago.

We were supposed to fly out as soon as the school year ended. T.J.’s mom Sharon Callahan called me and said that T.J. wanted to attend a party at a friend’s but it was planned for two days after we were to leave. “I really don’t want to delay our arrival,” she said. I’m supposed to meet the property manager and get the keys to the rental house. I’m not sure yet how I’m going to re-arrange this but I wanted to let you know we may have to push back our departure date. The party is important to T.J. and Tom and I are thankful he’s healthy enough to go.”

“I can fly down with T.J. if you want to go on ahead,” I said. “We’d only be a couple of days behind you.”

“It takes over twenty-four hours to get there. It’s not an easy trip,” she said.

“That’s okay,” I said. I was used to traveling and usually managed to get at least one new stamp in my passport every year. “T.J. and I will have a chance to get to know each other better.” T.J. didn’t attend the high school where I taught and I’d only met him once, when I’d interviewed with the Callahan’s.

“Are you sure this would be okay with you?”

“Really, I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t.”

“Well, I guess T.J. could stay with his friend Ben after we leave. He’s the one having the party. I’ll see if Ben’s mom can take him to the airport. I suppose you could meet him there.”

“Sure,” I said.

“Thank you Anna. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

We flew out on June first. My sister Sarah drove me to the airport.

“I don’t know why you have to go so far away,” she said. “I think you need your family right now.”

“No, what I need is to get out of the city and be alone for a while. I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know you don’t.”

Sarah pulled up to the curb when we reached the airport. She helped me take my suitcases out of the trunk. “Do you want me to park and go in with you?”

“No. I’ll be fine. You and David can bring the girls and meet me at the gate when I get back. Tell them Aunt Anna will have lots of souvenirs. Have them make a welcome home sign or something.”

“They’ll love that.”

“I know.”

“Call me when you get there.” Sarah gave me a big hug. I hugged her back and smiled.

“I will. Thanks for taking me to the airport.”

“You’re welcome.” I watched Sarah get into her car and drive away and then I grabbed my suitcases and walked into the airport.

T.J. and Ben were waiting for me at the gate. T.J.’s bald head made him look younger than fifteen. He wasn’t tall, maybe five feet six and I wondered if the cancer had affected his growth.

“Hi T.J.,” I said. It’s good to see you again. Are you ready to go?”

“Oh hey, sure”.

“You must be Ben,” I said to the boy sitting next to T.J. “I’m Anna Elliott.” I offered my hand and he shook it awkwardly.

“How was the party?” I asked

“Uh, it was okay,” he said.

I turned back to T.J. “I’m going to check on our flight. I’ll be right back.”

As I walked away Ben said, “Dude. Your babysitter is hot.”

“She’s my tutor, asshole.”

When I returned T.J. was sitting alone. “Did Ben leave?” I asked.

“Yeah. His mom got tired of circling the airport. He wouldn’t let her come in with us.”

“Did you have a good time at the party?”

“Yeah I did.”

Do you want to get something to eat?” I asked.

“I’m not hungry,” he said.

“Okay.”

When we boarded the plane, T.J. put his headphones on and ignored me. He always answered me when I asked him a question – he was too polite not to – but he didn’t open up to me and he wasn’t interested in having a conversation. I assumed that being able to go to the party hadn’t completely made up for the fact that he wasn’t happy about leaving his friends for the summer and it was understandable that I’d get caught in the crossfire. I didn’t take it personally.

We stayed on schedule until Frankfurt and then we were delayed for twelve hours while the airline attempted to untangle the mechanical problems and weather delays that rendered our original itinerary obsolete; T.J. slept on a row of hard plastic chairs while we waited to be re-routed. There were more delays in Sri Lanka – this time a shortage of flight crew – and by the time we arrived at Mal’e International Airport at nine thirty P.M., our final destination less than two hours away by air taxi, I had been awake for thirty-three hours and no longer knew what day it was. When I was told they had no reservation for us, I felt the tears build and blinked them back.

“But I have the confirmation number,” I said to the ticket agent as I slid the scrap of paper across the counter. “I updated our reservation before we left Sri Lanka. Two seats. T.J. Callahan and Anna Elliott. Please look again.” I tapped the counter for emphasis.

“The ticket agent checked the computer. “I am sorry; your names are not on the list. The air taxi is full. I have no more seats,” he said.

“What about the next flight. I was told there was another one. “

“There is no other flight tonight. “

“Is there a boat?” I asked. “A ferry?”

“No boats at night. Too dangerous with the reef. Planes only,” he said.

“What about the other charter carriers?” I asked.

“It’s Saturday night. Lots of pilots make plans for after they’ve landed at the resorts. They don’t fly back until the morning.” I saw him glance at my eyes. The tears I had been trying to hold back were close to running down my face. “I’ll send a message out and see what I can do,” he said.

“Thank you,” I said, wiping my eyes. “I really appreciate it. We’ll take anything.”

I was thirsty so I bought two large bottles of water. “Do you want one?” I asked T.J. “No thanks Anna.”

“Well put it in your backpack, you might want it later.” We sat down on a bench and I called Sharon Callahan and told her not to expect us until morning. “There’s a chance they’ll find us a flight but I don’t think we’ll get out tonight.”

“I am so sorry Anna,” Sharon said. I should have stayed behind with you and T.J. and let Tom fly ahead with the girls.”

“It’s okay Sharon, really. We’ll be there tomorrow for sure.”

I noticed the ticket agent waving at me. He was smiling. “Sharon, listen I think we might –,” and then my cell phone dropped the call.

The ticket agent told us a pilot had agreed to fly us to the resort. “It’s a small plane, not an air taxi, but it will get you there safely.”

“Thank you so much,” I told him. “We really appreciate it.” Shortly before we boarded the plane I tried to call T.J.’s parents again but I couldn’t get a signal and my cell phone roamed without connecting.

“T.J., can I borrow your phone?” I asked.

“Sorry Anna, it’s dead,” he said.

Great. We’re going to show up at two in the morning and wake everyone in the house. “That’s okay, it probably wouldn’t get a signal either. Are you ready?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said, and grabbed his backpack. “Let’s go.”

T.J. and I walked onto the tarmac. The air was hot and humid and I was reminded of how close we were to the equator. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans and I wished I’d changed into something cooler. My hair was making the back of my neck sweat.

The plane was a Piper Saratoga and the pilot was sitting in the cockpit when we walked through the door. He was older than I was, maybe forty-five, and he was drinking something out of a large plastic cup. He was wearing sunglasses, even though it was almost midnight. He did not greet us but he stared at me and though I couldn’t be sure – because of the sunglasses – I got the uncomfortable feeling his eyes had just lingered where they shouldn’t have. I was too tired to care. My eyes felt grainy and I rubbed them with my fists.

It was a small six seater and the cockpit was devoid of any barrier to separate the pilot from us. He turned on the engines and it was loud inside the cabin. When he turned his head to the side I saw his lips moving as he communicated with someone on the radio.

T.J. buckled himself into a seat and fell asleep immediately. I buckled in next to him and tried to hold my eyes open. I wanted to ask the pilot how long it would take us to reach the resort but I closed my eyes instead.

The music woke me up. It was so loud it drowned out the sound of the engines. I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and checked the time. 1:14. What the hell was going on? I looked over at T.J. but he was still asleep.

The pilot had turned around in his seat and was staring at me. I looked back at him. He smiled and motioned for me to come forward and when I reached the cockpit I smelled the rum. He was no longer wearing his sunglasses and his eyes were bloodshot and watery.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Nothin’ baby,” he said. “Just wanted to say hi.”

“Where are we?” I asked.

“We’re cruisin’ baby. Just takin’ the bird out for a moonlight flight. You want a drink?” he asked.

My heart beat faster as the adrenaline started flowing through my body. How long had he been drinking?

“Listen to me,” I said. “I need you to answer my question: Where are we?”

“Now don’t be like that baby,” he said as he pulled me onto his lap and put his arms around me. I saw you earlier, stuck at the airport with the kid. I interrupted my Saturday night to help you out. I did you a favor and now you can do me a favor. You know what kind of favor I mean baby?”

I wriggled my way out of his lap. He was so drunk he tried to pull me back down and almost fell out of his seat.

“Listen,” I said again. “I want you to call the airport on your radio. Tell them we are going to need some assistance when we land at the resort. Tell them you’re not feeling well and may not be able to land the plane safely. Get on the radio right now.”

“The radio is already on, can’t you hear the music? Maybe you want to do some slow dancing?” He grabbed my wrist to pull me closer and tried to kiss me.

I pushed him away. “I don’t want to dance. I want you to call the airport and give them our location and then tell them you’re not feeling well,” I said, this time a bit more urgently. Instead of doing what I asked, he reached out and grabbed me by my hair and tried to push my face into his lap.

“T.J.!” I screamed. I looked toward the back of the plane and saw that T.J. was still asleep. “T.J.!” I screamed again, louder, and this time, T.J. woke up. He looked half asleep and confused. The pilot was probably six inches taller and eighty pounds heavier than T.J but the two of us together could put up a decent fight.

“Why did you wake the kid?” the pilot yelled. “Why did you wake up the goddamn kid!”

“Look, I can call the airport myself,” I said as I reached for what I hoped was the radio.

He jerked it out of the dashboard in a rage. “What, you think I can’t fly this plane? You think I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ll put this plane down so soft you won’t feel the wheels touch baby.” He grabbed the bottle of rum from under his seat and tried to take a drink but it was empty.

“How far away is the resort?” Maybe if we flew for a while he could sober up enough to land the plane.

“I dunno. It’s down there somewhere,” he said and laughed. “I think we got enough fuel to find it.” He reached under the seat again and found a new bottle of rum. He cracked the seal and started to take a drink.

“Let me have some,” I said. “Hand me the bottle.” He smiled and looked me up and down slowly.

“Now you’re talkin’ baby.”

He handed me the rum. I pretended to take a drink and set the bottle down on the floor.

“Once you land the plane, and we’re safely on the ground, we can go get another drink.”

“The kid can’t come,” he slurred

“No, he won’t come. It will just be the two of us. How long until we reach the resort?”

He didn’t answer me and then he got a strange look on his face and projectile vomited all over the windshield, the instrument panel, and me. I recoiled and wiped my face with the sleeve of my shirt. I had never been more scared in my life.

I turned around and said to T.J., “Look for life jackets, seat cushions, anything that will float!” T.J.’s eyes were wide with fear but he started rifling through the overhead compartments and looking under the seats.

I turned back toward the pilot as an alarm bell went off in the cockpit. I watched his head fall forward and jerk back. “Wake up! I yelled.

“Anna, I found the life jackets,” T.J. said. He handed one to me, then put on his own.

“Good job T.J. Is there a raft?” I asked as I put my life jacket on.

“I don’t know. I’ll keep looking.”

I looked out the windshield to see how low we were but I couldn’t see anything because of the vomit. I looked out the side window but the sky beyond was as dark as the ocean below and I couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began. I looked at the instrument panel and wiped it off with the hem of my t-shirt but I couldn’t tell why the alarm was going off. Were we running out of fuel? Flying too low?

“Don’t worry about the raft T.J. Get in your seat and buckle up!” I said. I shook the pilot by the shoulders. “Wake up!” If he could just talk me through it I could try and land the plane myself. Or ditch it in the ocean, an option that scared me more than trying to land. I was still pondering our choices, and wondering which one was more likely to kill us when I heard the engines sputter twice and go silent. We glided for a while and then the plane hit the water, skipping once like a rock across a pond. When the plane hit the water a second time the tip of one of the wings caught the surface and the plane cartwheeled out of control. I was ejected from the plane, through the shattered windshield, in a deafening explosion of glass and metal.

Seawater slammed down my throat and up my nose. I was disoriented and incapacitated by pain; it was only the buoyancy of my life jacket that lifted me toward the surface. When my head was finally above water I took huge, gasping breaths but couldn’t get my breathing regulated.

“T.J.! I screamed. “T.J.! Oh God, where was T.J.? I pictured him trapped in his seat, unable to get his seatbelt unbuckled. I felt the hysteria build.

The plane was in pieces around me and the water was filled with debris. I looked frantically for T.J., screaming his name over and over and just when the hysteria threatened to overtake me, he surfaced nearby, coughing and choking.

I swam toward him even though every movement caused severe pain. I tasted blood in my mouth and my head was throbbing so hard it felt like it might literally explode, as if there was pressure building inside that needed to be released. When I reached T.J., I grabbed his hand and tried to tell him how happy I was that he was alive. But my words wouldn’t come out right and my voice sounded garbled. Everything was hazy as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I was aware of T.J. looping his arm through the straps of my life jacket and yelling at me to wake up and then I remembered nothing at all until we washed up on the shore of the island.

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The Island – 1st draft

The Island

I was thirty years old the day T.J. Callahan and I flew out of Chicago’s O’Hare airport en route to the resort his father was building in _______. T.J. and his best friend Ben were waiting for me at gate 12, sitting in a row of hard plastic chairs looking bored, the way most fourteen-year-olds look when they are not at the movies, or the mall, or the skateboard park. T.J. wasn’t wearing his baseball cap and I noticed his hair had started growing back.

I walked up to them, pulling my wheeled carry on bag behind me. ““Hi T.J.,” I said. “Are you ready to go?” He adjusted his ear buds and pretended not to hear me. “You must be Ben,” I said to the boy sitting next to T.J. “I’m Anna Elliott.“ I shook his hand. “How was the party?“ “Uh, it was okay,” he said. They both looked uncomfortable and neither one of them seemed interested in making conversation. T.J. won’t even look at me. It’s going to be a slow process, I remind myself. The anger he feels toward his parents, for making him leave Chicago for the summer, has to be directed at someone and I’m pretty sure that person will be me for a while

I’m going to check on our flight and buy a magazine. Do you want anything T.J.?” “No,” he said. “Would you mind keeping an eye on my bag while I’m gone? “ T.J. shrugged which I hope means he will at least keep someone from stealing it. “Okay, I’ll be right back.“ As I walked away, I heard Ben say, “Dude. Your babysitter is hot.”

“She’s my tutor, asshole.”

When I returned from the gift shop, T.J. was sitting alone. “Did Ben take off?” I asked. “Yeah. His mom got tired of circling the airport. He wouldn’t let her come in with us.”

“Did you have a good time at the party?” I ask.

“Not really,” T.J. said.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I know you were looking forward to it.”

He shrugs. “No biggie.”

Do you want to get something to eat?” I ask. “We have time before we have to board.”

“I’m not hungry. I just want to listen to my music.”

“Okay.”

I open my magazine and the first thing I see, after I thumb through several of the pages, is an article about how to make your boyfriend commit, as if it is really so easy that a magazine can tell you how it’s done. Married in three easy steps or something to that effect. It’s the same article; recycled monthly in any number of random magazines I can’t stop reading. Because dating John for eight years and still not being any closer to the alter despite my wholehearted desire to marry and start a family must mean that there is something definitely wrong with me and if I can apply this advice, really absorb it and correct my mistakes, I can convert my boyfriend into a fiancé. Although maybe having a magazine article try and help me is preferable to my friends and family and lately, total strangers, offering assistance when they find out that, at age thirty, I am still without a ring on my finger and a baby in my arms. I hate to admit to myself that things haven’t worked out quite the way I thought they would.

I am literally farther away from my personal goals than I ever have been, sitting in an airport, getting ready to embark on a _____ hour flight halfway across the world in order to spend the entire summer away from my home. “You don’t have to run away Anna,“ Sarah has said. (Sarah was talking to Anna while she packed for her trip). “I’m not running away,“ I say. “I’m getting out of town. There’s a big difference. And it’s easy for her to say, married with two adorable daughters. It’s like Sarah has been busy checking off the items on my personal to-do list one at a time: marriage, kids, career. IAt least I have a career I’m happy with. I teach eighth grade at a private school and when a fellow teacher of mine, happily married and newly pregnant, told me a family in a neighboring district was having a hard time finding a tutor for their son, I gave them a call.

Tom and Sharon Callahan are desperate by the time I arrive at their downtown Chicago apartment for the interview. “Thank you for coming,“ Mrs. Callahan says as she opens the door. “We’re so happy you might be able to help us,“ Mr. Callahan adds, “Everyone we’ve interviewed is interested in the position but not willing to be gone the whole summer.”

I learn that Mr. Callahan is an architect who has built a resort that is nearing completion. He wants his entire family, especially T.J. and his two younger sisters, to join him for the summer while he puts the finishing touches on the project.

“Tell me about T.J.,” I say. “Why does he need a tutor?“ Is he having trouble in a particular subject?”

Mrs. Callahan and Mr. Callahan trade glances. “T.J. is recovering from Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. He’s missed so much school that he may not be able to advance to ninth grade with the rest of his class. He doesn’t want to be left behind but he’s not happy about having to make up the work over the summer. Or to have to leave Chicago. But we want him to be with us, for our family to be together. This has been a hard year for everyone but most of all for T.J.”

So if there is an upside to ending an eight year relationship that is going nowhere it’s this: I can fly off to an island resort if I feel like it. And I bear no ill will toward John either. He was only being honest.

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The Island

I was thirty years old the day T.J. Callahan and I flew out of Chicago’s O’Hare airport en route to the resort his father was building in _______. T.J. and his best friend Ben were waiting for me at gate 12, sitting in a row of hard plastic chairs looking bored, the way most fourteen-year-olds look when they are not at the movies, or the mall, or the skateboard park. T.J. wasn’t wearing his baseball cap and I noticed his hair had started growing back.

I walked up to them, pulling my wheeled carry on bag behind me. ““Hi T.J.,” I said. “Are you ready to go?” He adjusted his ear buds and pretended not to hear me. “You must be Ben,” I said to the boy sitting next to T.J. “I’m Anna Elliott.“ I shook his hand. “How was the party?“ “Uh, it was okay,” he said. They both looked uncomfortable and neither one of them seemed interested in making conversation. T.J. won’t even look at me. It’s going to be a slow process, I remind myself. The anger he feels toward his parents, for making him leave Chicago for the summer, has to be directed at someone and I’m pretty sure that person will be me for a while. I’m going to check on our flight and buy a magazine. Do you want anything T.J.?” “No,” he said. “Would you mind keeping an eye on my bag while I’m gone? “ T.J. shrugged which I hope means he will at least keep someone from stealing it. “Okay, I’ll be right back.“ As I walked away, I heard Ben say, “Dude. Your babysitter is hot.”

“She’s my tutor, asshole.”

When I returned from the gift shop, T.J. was sitting alone. “Did Ben take off?” I asked. “Yeah. His mom got tired of circling the airport. He wouldn’t let her come in with us.”

“Did you have a good time at the party?” I ask.

“Not really,” T.J. said.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I know you were looking forward to it.”

He shrugs. “No biggie.”

Do you want to get something to eat?” I ask. “We have have time before we have to board.”

“I’m not hungry. I just want to listen to my music.”

“Okay.”

I open my magazine and the first thing I see, after I thumb through several of the pages, is an article about how to make your boyfriend commit, as if it is really so easy that a magazine can tell you how it’s done. Married in three easy steps or something to that effect. It’s the same article; recycled monthly in any number of random magazines I can’t stop reading. Because dating John for eight years and still not being any closer to the alter despite my wholehearted desire to marry and start a family must mean that there is

I was thirty years old the day T.J. Callahan and I flew out of Chicago’s O’Hare airport en route to the five star resort his father was building in _______. T.J. and his best friend Ben were waiting for me at gate 12, sitting in a row of hard plastic chairs looking bored, the way most fourteen-year-olds look when they are not at the movies, or the mall, or the skateboard park. T.J. wasn’t wearing his baseball cap and I wondered if it was because his hair had started to grow back. wearing a baseball cap though I noticed his hair was starting to grow back. , which threw me a little. Fortunately his mother had described him in detail. Though his bald head would have made it easier, I still figured out which passenger was him. even though his mother had asked him not to, knowing it would be harder for me to identify him in a crowd if he covered up his bald head. I don’t know if he wears the hat anyway because he is mad about having no hair, mad at his parents for making him leave Chicago for the summer, or mad at me even though I am the least responsible for any of it. Fortunately, his mother had described him in detail: pale, small for his age, carrying a blue backpack, ear buds a permanent fixture. Even with his bald head covered, I recognize him easily.

I walk up to him, pulling my wheeled carry on bag behind me. “T.J.? Hi. I’m Anna Elliott. I reach out and shake his hand. It’s nice to finally meet you. “Oh, hey,” T.J. says. “You too.” “And you must be Ben,” I say to the boy sitting next to T.J. “How was your party? “ “Uh, it was okay,” he says. They both look uncomfortable and neither one of them will look at me for very long. It’s going to be a slow process, I remind myself.

I‘ll be right back,” I say. I’m going to check on our flight and buy a magazine. Do you want anything T.J.?” “No, I’m good,” he says. As I walk away, I hear Ben say, “Dude, your babysitter is hot.”

“She’s my tutor, asshole.”

When I return from the gift shop, T.J. is sitting alone. “Did Ben take off?” I ask. “Yeah, his mom was waiting for him out front. He wouldn’t let her come in with us.”

“Did you have a good time at the party?” I ask.

“Not really,” T.J. said.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I know you were looking forward to it.”

He shrugs. “No biggie.”

Do you want to get something to eat?” I ask. “We have time before we have to board.”

“I’m not hungry. I just want to listen to my music.”

“Okay.”

I open my magazine and the first thing I see, after I thumb through several of the pages, is an article about how to make your boyfriend commit, as if it is really so easy that a magazine can tell you how it’s done. Married in three easy steps or something to that effect. It’s the same article; recycled monthly in any number of random magazines I can’t stop reading. Because dating John for eight years and still not being any closer to the alter despite my wholehearted desire to marry and start a family must mean that there is something definitely wrong with me and if I can apply this advice, really absorb it and correct my mistakes, I can convert my boyfriend into a fiancé. Although maybe having a magazine article try and help me is preferable to my friends and family and lately, total strangers, offering assistance when they find out that, at age thirty, I am still without a ring on my finger and a baby in my arms. I hate to admit to myself that things haven’t worked out quite the way I thought they would.

I am literally farther away from my personal goals than I ever have been, sitting in an airport, getting ready to embark on a _____ hour flight halfway across the world in order to spend the entire summer away from my home. “You don’t have to run away Anna,“ Sarah has said. (Sarah was talking to Anna while she packed for her trip). “I’m not running away,“ I say. “I’m getting out of town. There’s a big difference. And it’s easy for her to say, married with two adorable daughters. It’s like Sarah has been busy checking off the items on my personal to-do list one at a time: marriage, kids, career. IAt least I have a career I’m happy with. I teach eighth grade at a private school and when a fellow teacher of mine, happily married and newly pregnant, told me a family in a neighboring district was having a hard time finding a tutor for their son, I gave them a call.

Tom and Sharon Callahan are desperate by the time I arrive at their downtown Chicago apartment for the interview. “Thank you for coming,“ Mrs. Callahan says as she opens the door. “We’re so happy you might be able to help us,“ Mr. Callahan adds, “Everyone we’ve interviewed is interested in the position but not willing to be gone the whole summer.”

I learn that Mr. Callahan is an architect who has built a resort that is nearing completion. He wants his entire family, especially T.J. and his two younger sisters, to join him for the summer while he puts the finishing touches on the project.

“Tell me about T.J.,” I say. “Why does he need a tutor?“ Is he having trouble in a particular subject?”

Mrs. Callahan and Mr. Callahan trade glances. “T.J. is recovering from Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. He’s missed so much school that he may not be able to advance to ninth grade with the rest of his class. He doesn’t want to be left behind but he’s not happy about having to make up the work over the summer. Or to have to leave Chicago. But we want him to be with us, for our family to be together. This has been a hard year for everyone but most of all for T.J.”

So if there is an upside to ending an eight year relationship that is going nowhere it’s this: I can fly off to an island resort if I feel like it. And I bear no ill will toward John either. He was only being honest.

The Island -1st draft

The Island

I am thirty years old when I met T.J. Callahan for the first time. He and his best friend Ben are waiting for me at gate 12, sitting in a row of hard plastic chairs looking bored, the way most fourteen-year-olds look when they are not at the movies, or the mall, or the skateboard park. T.J. is wearing a baseball cap, even though his mother had asked him not to, knowing it would be harder for me to identify him in a crowd if he covered up his bald head. I don’t know if he wears the hat anyway because he is mad about having no hair, mad at his parents for making him leave Chicago for the summer, or mad at me even though I had the least input in any of it. Fortunately, his mother had described him in detail: pale, small for his age, carrying a blue backpack, ear buds a permanent fixture. Even with his bald head covered, I recognize him easily.

I walk up to him, pulling my wheeled carry on bag behind me. “T.J.? Hi. I’m Anna Elliott. I reach out and shake his hand. It’s nice to finally meet you. “Oh, hey,” T.J. says. “You too.” “And you must be Ben,” I say to the boy sitting next to T.J. “How was your party? “ “Uh, it was okay,” he says. They both look uncomfortable and neither one of them will look at me for very long. It’s going to be a slow process, I remind myself.

I‘ll be right back,” I say. I’m going to check on our flight and buy a magazine. Do you want anything T.J.?” “No, I’m good,” he says. As I walk away, I hear Ben say, “Dude, your babysitter is smokin’ hot.”

“She’s my tutor, asshole.”

When I return from the gift shop, T.J. is sitting alone. “Did Ben take off?” I ask. “Yeah, his mom was waiting for him out front. He wouldn’t let her come in with us.”

“Did you have a good time at the party?” I ask.

“Not really,” T.J. said.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I know you were looking forward to it.”

He shrugs. “No biggie.”

Do you want to get something to eat?” I ask. “We have time before we have to board.”

“I’m not hungry. I just want to listen to my music.”

“Okay.”

I open my magazine and the first thing I see, after I thumb through several of the pages, is an article about how to make your boyfriend commit, as if it is really so easy that a magazine can tell you how it’s done. Married in three easy steps or something to that effect. It’s the same article; recycled monthly in any number of random magazines I can’t stop reading. Because dating John for eight years and still not being any closer to the alter despite my wholehearted desire to marry and start a family must mean that there is something definitely wrong with me and if I can apply this advice, really absorb it and correct my mistakes, I can convert my boyfriend into a fiancé. Although maybe having a magazine article try and help me is preferable to my friends and family and lately, total strangers, offering assistance when they find out that, at age thirty, I am still without a ring on my finger and a baby in my arms.

I think back to why I am sitting in an airport, getting ready to embark on a _____ hour flight halfway across the world in order to spend the entire summer away from my home. At least I have a career I’m happy with. I teach eighth grade at a private school and when a fellow teacher of mine, happily married and newly pregnant, told me a family in a neighboring district was having a hard time finding a tutor for their son, I gave them a call.

Tom and Sharon Callahan are desperate by the time I arrive at their downtown Chicago apartment for the interview. “Thank you for coming,“ Mrs. Callahan says as she opens the door. “We’re so happy you might be able to help us,“ Mr. Callahan adds, “Everyone we’ve interviewed is interested in the position but not willing to be gone the whole summer.”

I learn that Mr. Callahan is an architect who has built a resort that is nearing completion. He wants his entire family, especially T.J. and his two younger sisters, to join him for the summer while he puts the finishing touches on the project.

“Why don’t you tell me a little bit about T.J.,” I say. “Has he worked with a tutor before? Is he having trouble in a particular subject?”

Mrs. Callahan and Mr. Callahan trade glances. “T.J. is recovering from Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. He’s missed so much school that he may not be able to advance to ninth grade with the rest of his class. He doesn’t want to be left behind but he’s not happy about having to make up the work over the summer. Or to have to leave Chicago. But we want him to be with us, for our family to be together. This has been a hard year for everyone but most of all for T.J.”

I tell myself that is there an upside to breaking up with your commitment shy boyfriends of eight years,

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Step 1.

A fifteen-year-old boy with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and the thirty-year-old woman hired to tutor him are stranded on a deserted island for five years.

Step 2.

Fifteen-year-old T.J. Callahan has recently completed treatment for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. T.J’s father is an architect whose firm is building a resort hotel in the Maldives. He wants his family to accompany him there for the summer while he completes the finishing details on the project. T.J. wants to remain in Chicago, recuperating and spending time with his friends. Because of his illness, he has missed enough school to jeopardize advancing to tenth grade with the rest of his class. Thirty-year-old Anna Elliott has been hired by T.J.’s parents to tutor him over the summer and help him catch up.

T.J. wants to stay behind for one week before flying to the Maldives. A classmate is having a party to celebrate the end of the school year and T.J. finally feels healthy enough to socialize. His parents agree to let T.J. go to the party and arrange for Anna and T.J. to fly to the Maldives together (don’t actually call it the maldives – pick one of the actual islands in the maldives and call it that).

Anna and T.J. run into delays while waiting to board their chartered sea plane at the Mal`e International Airport. After waiting, exhausted, for over eight hours, they are told another small, non-sea plane is available shortly after midnight as the airline has called in one of it‘s pilots. No one expects them until morning and Anna decides not to call T.J.‘s parents since it is so late (or, she can’t get cell service so she is not able to tell them that they are boarding a different flight). No one knows that T.J. and Anna have actually taken off from the airport.

Anna smells something strange when they first get on the plane but doesn’t identify it as rum until it is too late. The pilot is drunk and flies off course. Fuel is running low. Anna confronts the pilot and tries to make him understand the severity of the situation. She begs him to get on the radio but instead he vomits all over her, the radio, and the instrument panel. He tells her he will put them down on the runway gently and she screams that they are over the ocean. He finally has a moment of clarity just before they run out of fuel and ditch in the ocean (or he passes out and it‘s too late for Anna to get on the radio herself). Anna yells for T.J. to find life vests and a life raft. There is a life raft on board but they can’t find it once they crash. Anna is screaming for T.J. to buckle up but she doesn‘t make it back to her seat in time and is thrown from the plane in a shower of broken glass and twisted metal.

She is badly injured but is able to swim to the surface. She screams for T.J. amid the debris of the wreckage and at first she can’t find him, and thinks he has drowned, but then he yells for her. They grab seat cushions for flotation and get clear of the plane which is slowly sinking.

Anna is terrified of open water and also badly hurt. She has a severe concussion and the two things cause her to lose consciousness. She remembers almost nothing until they wash up on the shore of the island. They are badly sunburned (T.J.’s bald head is very red). There may or may not have been white tip reef sharks in the water with them.

Back at Male International Airport, Anna had bought T.J. a large bottle of water, some snacks, and a snowboarding magazine. T.J. did not want any of it at the time so he put everything in his backpack. He was able to grab the backpack out of the floating debris and has saved water from the bottle for Anna. He tells her that she puked a lot while they were in the water, and that he was afraid she was going to die. Both of Anna’s eyes are swollen shut and her face is a mess. T.J. tells her that he was barely able to keep her head above water.

They move to shade and realize they need to find more water, food, and shelter. They discover a crude shack and the skeleton of someone who died in it. The shelter contains a ukulele, a knife, a blanket, and some clothes.

They start a fire with the lighter T.J. has in his backpack. They want to light a fire to signal whoever might be looking for them. They try to find green leaves to make it smoky. It won’t work at first but they wait an hour for it to dry out more, and try it again. She asks him later why he had a lighter and he tells her that lots of his friends have them for cigarettes, fireworks, etc…”Sometimes Ben and I smoke.” “That‘s really stupid T.J. but your bad habit may have just saved our lives.“They don’t find fresh water but it’s the rainy season so they use whatever they can to collect it when it rains. They are convinced they will be rescued soon. They discuss where they think they are and that T.J.’s parents will be looking for them by now.

They start to explore the island because they need to find food. There are coconut trees but they can’t reach the coconuts. Anna is still very injured and they are both weak. They still have a little water and some slim jims. They spend their first night in the crude shelter after she and T.J. dispose of the skeleton. They start what will be a five year ordeal of making sure the fire does not go out. They also start collecting water because it’s the rainy season (they use the knife to cut down one of the plastic water bottles to collect rain in). They spend a horrible first night not being able to sleep and worrying that the fire will go out.

Anna is so convinced they will be rescued soon that she only wants to sit on the beach looking for boats or helicopters. They don’t have anything to eat other than coconuts (which they finally get out of the tree by having T.J. stand on Anna’s shoulders to knock them down. They find a sea turtle (they have to kill it by smashing it with a rock), cook it, and eat it. It is horrible and they only gag it down because they are starving. They want to fish but have nothing to use for hooks or line (when her suitcase washes up on shore they will use her earrings and threads from her scarf to catch fish with). Anna is also still dealing with her injuries. (This section of the book needs to reflect real hardship for Anna and T.J.).

Anna and T.J. are hungry, sweaty, dirty, tired, and discouraged when no rescue boat or helicopter arrives. They have been on the island three weeks and Anna is slipping into a deep depression. T.J. is doing better than she is. The most despairing time for Anna and T.J. is when T.J. voices out loud what Anna has been thinking: no one is looking for them because they don’t know where to look or they assume they are dead. Anna sinks even deeper into depression.

T;J. is walking along the water’s edge looking for driftwood when he spots Anna’s suitcase. He runs up the beach yelling for Anna and shows her the suitcase. They open it and go through the contents and they are both very happy. Anna gives T.J. one of her t-shirts. Anna and T.J. use the soap and shampoo and take a bath and wash their hair in the ocean. Anna uses her toothbrush and then offers it to T.J. He accepts it gratefully and from then on they always share everything, being careful to ration it. Anna finally smiles and T.J. smiles back at her and there is a glimmer of hope.

T.J. starts fishing using Anna’s earrings and threads from her scarf. T.J. catches his first fish and they cook it on a flat rock next to the fire. They start to get more and more organized and they also explore the ocean (make sure to describe it as being small with a bluff – also introduce the cave). Decide whether there are rats, spiders, or snakes. Keep making changes to how they collect water, coconuts, etc…making sure it’s more efficient as time goes by. See if there is anything else in Bones’ shelter they can use.

They see a ship one day but it’s far off and they don’t get to the fire in time to throw green leaves on it to make smoke. This sets Anna back a little in terms of despair and depression.

Have things get better soon and show how they begin to adapt. Anna will realize that she is not pulling her weight because she’s so upset about being stranded and that it’s not fair to T.J. Also have one of them try to figure out how long they’ve been there and make it more original than carving notches on a tree branch.

Eighteen months has gone by. T.J. is seventeen and I am thirty-two. They have an easy,

friendly relationship based on teamwork, mutual respect, and common ground. They share stories about their families (T.J. has two younger sisters – Anna has a sister who is married and has two kids – they both have parents who are still married to each other). They also play endless games of checkers on a board they have drawn in the sand. They swim together every day (Anna asks in the beginning if T.J. thinks there are any sharks in the inlet. He tells her about the many sharks he saw after they ditched in the ocean (“I don’t think they were the bad kind.”).

Anna is frustrated because her hair has gotten long (middle of her back) and it’s tangled.

She doesn’t have any scissors (we don’t have scissors but we have a god damn

ukulele!) T.J. is sitting in the sand strumming the ukulele “They should have a video game that lets you pretend you’re playing a real guitar……..)After they get done washing up in the ocean, T.J. offers to comb her hair and she accepts. While he is combing her hair she realizes how long it’s been since she’s felt a human touch. This is the first inkling the reader will have that there is something growing between them. They also describe each other since they haven’t looked in a mirror in almost two years. T.J. has grown and is much taller than Anna. His hair has grown in and it’s pretty long. He still has his braces on but he is tan and well muscled. He tells Anna she is pretty.

Anna has the dream about John. Afterward, they share their stories and T.J. tells Anna about Emma and his treatment and banking sperm and Emma dying. Anna deals with the realization that T.J. is not a virgin.

T.J. takes his braces off and becomes more self-assured. Anna realizes that T.J. has started flirting with her a little (shaking his wet hair on her bare skin, lifting her on his shoulders to reach coconuts. Boosting his hand under her butt to help her up the bluff.

Anna proposes that she tutor T.J. as much as she can (from memory – they have no books or materials). She convinces him by telling him that when they get off the island, he can take the GED and maybe not have to worry about making up all the school he’s missed. He agrees as long as she’ll teach him while he’s building their house as he doesn’t just want to sit idle and learn. She agrees and the end up working really well together on both the house and his studies.

T.J. catches her staring at him a few times. She starts to have an inner conflict about what is right and wrong in regard to her student.

Anna is swimming when T.J. comes running down from the bluff after seeing the shark fin (they go up to the bluff several times a day to scan the horizon for ships). Anna is traumatized. They watch the fin go back and forth in their inlet. Anna won’t go back in the water and one day T.J. watches her shave her legs by the shore.

Anna starts having nightmares and can’t sleep because she is so freaked out about the shark. She wakes up screaming one night and T.J. comforts her by spooning her back to sleep. After that night, he starts spooning her when he thinks she is asleep. One night, Anna gets up to check the fire and when she comes back, T.J. is lying on his back so she snuggles up next to him and lays her head on his chest. She thinks he’s asleep but once she gets settled, he pulls her closer.

T.J. vows to catch the shark. It takes him a while but he finally does. He has to whittle a spear and stab the shark while hanging out over the water on a rock formation. It’s a tiger shark and they stuff themselves on it. They both burp really loud and Anna laughs. Anna makes the comment about feeling her stomach, because it’s so full, and T.J. does, his hand lingering, which has a big effect on Anna. The first time they get back in the ocean to bathe, Anna is so scared she climbs up on T.J. because she thinks something has brushed up against her foot. He thinks it’s funny and she pretends to be mad. He has also developed a sore throat and is running a slight fever.

That night, T.J. does not spoon Anna because he has gotten sicker and he can’t sleep. He is sitting by the fire and when Anna notices he’s not asleep beside her, she goes to find him. They have aspirin (from Anna’s suitcase) so she gives him some and tries to get him to go back to sleep.

He is much worse the next day. His throat is sore and his glands are very swollen (we know from an earlier conversation that a fever and a lump on his neck were the early symptoms of his Hodgkin’s). T.J. gets sicker and sicker and Anna is beside herself with worry. She is afraid he will die and also afraid that she will be left alone. She goes up to the bluff and there is internal dialogue ( I’m going to try and hold on as long as I can. I don’t think the bluff is high enough to do what I need to do. He is the only thing that makes being on this island bearable. I don’t want to lose my best friend.

Anna has T.J.’s head in her lap. She is wiping his forehead with a wet rag and crying. After what seems like forever, his fever breaks and he wakes up. It is very emotional because she thought for sure he was going to die. This is a turning point for Anna because she realizes just how deep her feelings for T.J. have become. T.J. recovers slowly and Anna and T.J. grow closer.

Shortly after T.J.’s recovery, they notice the sky doing weird things and they figure out a hurricane is coming. They know they will have to take shelter in the cave (which Anna hates because of snakes (“you’re such a girl Anna). They will also lose their fire as they can’t make one in the cave because it’s too small. They take everything they own to the cave and prepare to ride out the storm.

T.J. and Anna are in the cave and T.J. is spooning her from behind. The storm is loud and neither of them can sleep. T.J. says, “I want you Anna.” She knows exactly what he means but she has a moral dilemma to ponder. “I can’t,” she says. “It will change everything.” “Yes you can Anna. You can do anything you want. We can do anything we want. She hesitates a little longer and then she turns toward T.J. (I turn around to face T.J., and together we cross the line between teacher and student and we cross it for hours as the hurricane winds howl.

Anna and T.J. wake up and, holding hands, go down from the bluff to see what is left of their home. If the lighter doesn’t work they will have to rub two sticks together but luckily, there is a small flame, enough to light their fire once more.

T.J. is 18 and I am 33.

T.J. and Anna settle in and continue having a sexual relationship. They get along well and joke about John’s un-willingness to commit (one time she says Irie and then describes for T.J. how she and John went to Jamaica (another birthday trip where he didn’t propose – they laugh about the fact that he gave her a gold tennis bracelet and not a diamond ring). T.J. and Anna get closer and closer and he tells her he loves her ( I love you Anna. And I mean it. I love you too T.J.) In time T.J. talks about how he wants a family someday and all he wants is to stay in one place and settle down and be happy. I wish we could start a family now Anna. I know you want a baby. She laughs it off saying “You left your sperm at home honey.”

Tsunami scene. Anna and T.J. are walking hand in hand along the shore when they notice the water has receded strangely. Neither of them knows what is going on but they decide to go up to the bluff to see if they can see farther. They barely make it to high ground before the tsunami wave engulfs the entire island. Anna and T.J. are separated but end up clinging to trees a short distance apart from each other. They are battered and waterlogged and tired and thirsty and Anna tells T.J. she can’t hold on much longer and wants to let go. He yells and screams and begs her to hang on as the water will recede again soon. She tells him she can’t hold on any longer, and that she loves him, and just as she is about to give up, they hear the sound of a helicopter and are rescued.

Anna and T.J. are brought aboard a coast guard ship. The people on board are stunned to discover who Anna and T.J. really are. They call their families for them and Anna talks to her sister and T.J. talks to his mom and dad. They are celebrating but they are so tired and worn out from the tsunami that they shower, eat, and go to sleep in the same bed.

They arrive on a plane at O’Hare to a crowd of reporters. Their families rush to them as they get off the plane. T.J. and his family are joyfully reunited but only Anna’s sister, brother in law, and nieces are there. Anna finds out that her parents passed away while she was on the island. Anna is devastated and when T.J. realizes what is wrong, he rushes to comfort her. He kisses her cheeks and smoothes back her hair and pulls her close while telling her it will be okay. He comforts her the way a spouse or a significant other would and when they finally pull away, everyone is staring at them.

T.J. has Anna write down her sister’s phone number so he can call her in a day or two, after they’ve had a chance to visit with their families. Anna feels lost immediately. She does love being with her sister and is grateful to be home. T.J. calls Anna to say good night and she is so happy. She gets his phone number and they make plans to get together in a few days.

Anna’s sister arranges for a hairdresser to come to her house to do Anna’s hair and give her a mani/pedi. Anna also goes to the doctor and dentist and receives a clean bill of health (except for slight malnutrition and being a bit underweight).T.J. calls to tell her that his cancer is still in remission.

T.J. goes to Anna’s apartment (which she owns free and clear – it has been paid for by Anna’s parent’s estate they always wanted to have something for her to come home to and wouldn‘t sell it). Really describe the two of them seeing each other for the first time off the island. Haircuts, makeup, Anna wearing a dress. T.J. brings her sweet tarts and roses. T.J. is full of plans for them but Anna is conflicted about their relationship off the island. She feels that she needs to let him go so that he can lead the life of a normal 19 year old but she can’t bring herself to say anything that night as she is so happy to see him. He spends the next two days and nights with her and they have a wonderful time.

After he leaves, Anna realizes she’s got to let him go. She wants him to go about his business without distraction. T.J.’s mother shows up at Anna’s door and confronts her about their relationship. Anna is totally honest but tells T.J.’s mom that it’s not her decision to make, it‘s T.J.’s “Be happy that I love him enough to let him go,” I tell her.

Anna breaks things off with T.J. and he is devastated. He will take her calls for a while but finally tells her she can’t have it both ways. Anna is very sad. She also gets a surprise visit from John who is still not married. She talks to her sister and tells her that she still loves T.J. She also goes to a shrink who tries to make her feel guilty for being with T.J. so she walks out. It is Anna’s sister that finally approaches T.J. to tell him what she thinks but T.J. will have to verbalize this to Anna via dialogue as everything is from Anna’s POV and we don’t know what’s going on with T.J.

T.J. shows up at Anna’s sister’s house and makes his speech about being with her. She accepts his proposal.

EPILOGUE

T.J. and Anna get married at the courthouse. They start a family right away using T.J.’s banked sperm. They have a daughter and name her Emma.

T.J.’s mom is at the house, holding Emma in her arms. Having a grandchild has softened her to the situation. Anna and T.J. get a big TV. T.J. and his friend Ben spend hours playing rock band. Anna is pregnant again.

T.J. is 22. I am 37.

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