[ WP ] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years . Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile .

Day 1 
 
 I've been given my own piece of a planet away from my home. I'm here for one simple reason. Improper disposal of refuse. That's right, I littered. I tossed my cigarette butt out the window of my car and I was spotted by one of the security drones. I ca n't say I'm sorry, who cares about trash. 
 
 I've been set down on a beach in a tropical region under a golden sun. I have no idea what planet they put me on. I know they do n't want me to die since my sentence was only for 20 years, but I feel like I might not make it. Hopefully what I learned spending my summers in the youth camps out in the protected regions will keep me alive. Hopefully I can stay sane. I feel foolish writing in this journal the moment I've been released from my shackles, but even though I know I need to get moving, I'm finding the reality of my situation hard to comprehend. Banished. Watching the transport fly away is hard. I'm watching my friends, my family, my work, my... I ca n't even put her name on paper... those pieces of me are all flying away with that transport. I am alone. There is nothing for me here but my thoughts and the land around me. I will not see a single soul for the next two decades. My mind is telling me I need to get moving but.... it's so hard. 
 
 *** 
 
 I guess it has been 20 years. I can see a transport landing on the beach. Those first few months barely surviving on the shore feel like a lifetime ago. I do n't think I can go back. I have nothing left back there. This is my home now. My friends are the land and the sky and the sea. I need nothing else... well that is n't true. Leo went down to investigate the transport, so I should get moving. Her curiosity is boundless. I do n't think I could leave her alone here. Maybe I can fit back in at'home' again. Maybe. 
 
 *** 
 
 They defiled my home. I destroyed them. I do n't think they expected me to be alive, let alone armed and angry. I'll need to make some more arrows - I ca n't use the imprinted guns. I wonder if they'll send more men, or if they'll be content to let me remain banished. I'll need to clean up the beach. I did n't realize how badly the transport scorched the sands when they set me down. The oil might be useful if I can filter it out of the sand though. I do n't know what to do with the ship, maybe I can send it into the sun on autopilot once I've scavenged the supplies from it. I want nothing to do with it. I still ca n't look north... Leo, dead, shot by ignorant bailiffs... I can tell I'm in a daze. I feel like it's my first day out here again. I hope they never come back. 
 
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