<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Candidate: Samyra Johnson<br/><br/>(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r240/YulesRo/Samyra.jpg)<br/><br/>Nationality: Turkish/American<br/>Age: 22<br/>Colour: White<br/>Status: Active</span></span></div><br/><br/>A tropical island. Which girl doesn't dream about that. Best of all, all I had to do was survive and I would go home with 5 million dollars. How hard can it be? Well surely I had expected the drop off to be done differently. The four candidates, me included were given our outfits, each a different colour bikini that couldn't possible be smaller. Mine was white. Which didn't really match my skin colour but alright. C'est la vie. Five million dollars and I could buy a golden one if I wanted. Anyway, I had expected us to be dropped off by a boat but instead we were each loaded in a different helicopter and flown to the island seperately. The noise the damn thing made was deafening and it would so mess up my hair when I had to get off.<br/><br/>Before we were taking into the helicopter, our bags were taken with everything in. We weren't allowed to bring anything to the island. Just us and our 2 square inch bikini's. Not even my damn cigarettes. The flight was a bit longer than I thought it would be and after an hour I began to realize just how remote that island was. I had seen nothing but bright blue ocean for at least half an hour when the helicopter lowered altitude and I saw a green island. Lots of trees at least and a small beach. It flew over the beach and lowered to land at a rocky side of the island. I was the lucky one being dropped on the rocky side. Only I didn't know that. I still had the idea we would be all together. How wrong I was.<br/><br/>This was it, the pilot told me. Before I could even react, one of the men pushed me out of the helicopter and I fell down. It must have been about 15 to 20 feet when I hit the water. I hadn't expected that. While peddling in the water to stay up and get my composure back, I looked up and saw the helicopter fly away again. In the distance I could see another helicopter which had, no doubt about it, dropped off another of the girls. When the roar of the helicopters faded I began to realize where I was.<br/><br/>There were no sounds at all, not even the surf. The ocean was like a milk pond and the only sound was coming from my hands peddling the water. I looked around and saw nothing but cliffs. I had to climb one to get out of the water, or swim. As I made my way to the cliffs I noticed a very small beach and decided that would be my starting point. From there on, I could think about where I was and how to get to a better place on the island. I do hope the other girls are dropped off in a similar location. I started swimming towards my destination.