Touchstone 1 - Stray

I wish I’d brought more with me, and if I spot another tree I’m going to harvest as many as possible, since they’re light and they’ll keep.
    Today’s home economics project was to grab long stalks of grass and long flat leaves to twist into cords, or to try and weave with. Just sampling which plants work best and don’t hurt my hands.
    After the Ming Cat, I gave up on weaving for a while and found myself a Big Stick. Then I swapped it for a long, straight(ish) stick. When I’m resting, I rub one end on the nearest rock, trying to make a point. I’m not really pretending to myself that I’d be able to fight Mr Paws off, but I can at least wave it about and look fierce.
    Navel Gazing
    I’ve never been the type to keep a diary, so this pile of words is strange to look back over. The first thing which leaps out is how calm I sound. That’s a big bluff. I just haven’t written down all the shouting and crying I’ve done. I don’t want to write pages about how it feels to wake in the middle of the night, stiff and cold in my grassy nest, to listen to SOMETHING moving around in the dark and hope that if it bites I die quick. Every day, this could be the last thing I write, and no-one would know.
    So I don’t write too much about the crying and maybe dying. I think about it enough, listening in the dark. During the day, Survivor Cass keeps busy with practicalities because I hate the idea that the whole of my future might be a diary which one day stops.
    Thursday, November 22
    Life without entertainment
    I’ve been camping a bunch of times with my family, and once on a school camp which of course was wall to wall activities. Even then I brought along half a shelf of books to get me by. Borrowed Mum’s iPod. Recorded all the TV shows I was missing, and straight on the comp as soon as we were back to catch up on message boards and all my web comics. I’m the kind of person who watches TV while checking FaceBook, and reads whether I’m having breakfast, or on the bus, or in the loo.
    I don’t get to find out how anything ends. I don’t get to see the next episode, read the next volume, or pick through the latest pile of books Mum brings home to find something new to love. I keep thinking about the book I left sitting face-down on my bed. I’d just reached a scene where the characters were being attacked by these big fleshy bugs which lay eggs in people to make more bugs, but then Mum yelled that I had get in the car RIGHT NOW if I wanted a lift, and now that book is stuck in my head with these bugs chasing people in the rain, and no way to know who gets stung.
    Exams are practically the only time I don’t bring a novel to school. Theoretically only taking my notes means I’ll read them while I’m waiting outside the exam room. Any other day and I would have at least had one book to read and re-read.
    So, here I am, Survivor Cass, boldly exploring an alien world. And in between crying, whining and trembling, I’m BORED OUT OF MY MIND.
    No remarkable developments today. I’ve been working on trying to weave bamboo-ish leaves into a mat/blanket/Superman cape. I’m not too bad with the basic structure, but still don’t have the slightest idea how to do the edges. I’ve no needles and no thread. I’m thinking of spending tomorrow not walking, to devote some daylight time to dive-bombing fish and trying to light a fire – something I haven’t even tried because reality TV shows have taught me that it’s super-hard.
    If I catch a fish (my crooked-ass spear has been decidedly ineffective) then maybe I can make the bones into needles. Thread will be hardest – really bad twine I can do, but I don’t see how to make thread. I need a horse willing to let me cut off its tail. There’s all sorts of things I’m scheming about making, but the bamboo leaf mats are priority number one. Big, light mats I can roll up and take with me, which I can sit and sleep on. One I can use to keep the dew off me, and shut away the night.
    Friday, November 23
    Treed
    The Grey Terriers turned up in numbers. Before today I’ve only seen them in groups of three or four, but about twenty started following me this morning. I climbed a tree. I’m not sure if they’re at all likely to attack me – it’s not like they’re all gathered around the base of the tree jumping up at me. But every so often they drift back past the tree, and there always seems to be one hanging about watching.
    Don’t know how long I’ll be