Featured: 'I'm Trying To Sleep'
Cockatoo Island Cockatoo IslandCockatoo Island by ~brunette-from-oz
"The island," yelled the pilot, pointing down.
Far below I could see a smudge on the ocean and I knew it was Cockatoo Island.
It was deserted except for my grandpa, who was the National Parks and Wildlife ranger, there. I had to spend six weeks with a grandpa I'd never met. I wished they had never done my heart operation. I was seriously scared No one had expected me to do anything, before but now all I seemed to do was to make my parents angry and worried.
"Go on with your friends, Simon," dad had said last week, "they are off to the bowling alley."
"I'm tired, dad."
His mouth had set in that straight line.
"Look, son. Your heart's fine. The doctors say you have to get exercise. All you do is hide in your bedroom and read. No wonder you have nightmares and need us to sit up beside you half the night."
I couldn't think of anything to say. He was disappointed in me