Roger sharpened his dagger by the fire. The orange-red glow illuminated his face and dark brown hair. His brown eyes were focused on his task. Part of his ragged messy hair fell into his eyes and he pushed it back absently. You, the only girl on the island who survived the plane besides the group of boys, sat on a log next to him, staring absently at the fire. The sun was going down quickly and the other boys mingled and wandered about.