I walked into our school's art room for Art Club. After being on the island for so long, I missed seeing the hanging masterpieces of famous artist and the faint smell of acrylic paint that lingered through the room every Tuesday after school. Sure, I drew charcoal sketches on the island, but it just wasn't the same.

As I took a seat on the stool at my favorite table, I was greeted with a, "Melissa! It's great to see you back! Art Club wasn't the same without you!" It was my teacher, Ms. Rogers. I had always been her favorite student starting in Kindergarten, when I first arrived at Hartwell School.

After the rest of the members had finally arrived, Ms. Rogers was able to explain the next project. "Today I want everyone to do a pencil sketch of their favorite place in the world. It can be inside, outside, a place you remember as a kid, as long as it had meaning to you.

Usually, it was easy for me to pick a subject to draw, or sketch, or paint, or sculpt. But this was different. I don't know why, but I kept getting new thoughts. It was like a train that kept going and going.

Then I thought of the island. The island. I had had such bad times there, my secret about Jackson being revealed, Taylor almost stealing Jackson, almost dieing because of that crazy captain. Not to mention we were stranded on an island for a month.

But then I thought of the good times, Chilloween, Abby's dance, bringing the plane up to the beach, and the feeling of rescue as the plane circled around and landed, saving us.

I scrolled my mind for all of the memories, until I had a vivid picture in my mind. Then I began to draw. I drew the plane on the beach, and the fire pit, and Lex's shelter, and the tent in the distance. Then I drew us. I had Eric lugging water, Lex working on the shelter, Taylor charging the camera, Daley taking inventory of the food, Nathan helping Lex, Jackson lugging wood, and me tending the fire.

When I had finished, I had brought it to Ms. Rogers. "It's very…interesting." She told me, "But what is it?"

I thought about what to tell her. She hadn't known we crashed, because she had been out for an extra week after spring break, was one of the things she told me before we left. Two weeks was long enough to miss the news of Flight 29 Down going down. I was going to explain to her what had happened, what we faced, and how we got back, but that was a million stories in one. So I simply said, "It was the best and worst month of my entire life."

A/N- Another random oneshot. I figured Melissa would be in an Art Club since she was such a great drawer. (Remember Chilloween, her gift.) Tell me what you think and REVIEW!!