Roger Reflection

I'm not happy to be off of the island. It sucks here. I've gotten myself in a Juvinile Detention Facility... I almost went to jail. I have visits with a psychiatrist and psychologist all the time. Apparently I'm a sociopath. As soon as we arrived back in England I got into a huge fight and beat someone to death. It's hard to adjust to being off of the island. There are tons of rules and there is punishment for breaking them. It sucks. I wish that I had never gotten off of the island, never have gotten on to the ship. The island is my home now, not this stupid place. I don't think it's possible for me to go back to the island now, it's too late. I get in trouble a lot, even here, I don't want to be here, not here in this place, not here in this country, not anywhere other than the island. People look at me strangely when I walk around here. I don't talk to anyone. The only time I saw a single word is when someone says or does something that makes me angry... And even then I will rarely say anything, instead I'll just punch them repeatedly. People have learned this and have started to stay away and keep their mouths shut. I don't do any of the schoolwork that I'm given. I just don't care. All I can think about is the beautiful island that I was taken away from. I lay down on my bed and drift off into a deep sleep, thinking all about the beautiful island I was forced to leave behind.