My sister and I, again alone, traped, in the ocean
" I see a raft, a piece of wood, something we can use to survive!" shouted Violet from behind me in the deep blue dark ocean where we were enjoying a cruise just hours before. But now it was violet and I in the ocean, on top of our pairs of jeans that we took off, folded at the waist, and one pant leg, blew air into the other one, before rolling it up to use as a floatation device that will save our lives.
The blue sky turrened black as we road what me and my bestie, me and my sister called the "Floating Palace." Still morning and our third day at sea heading to america on a cruise from our home, England. I was the perfect child, polite, respectfull, well mannered and great with adults. (I was a true british little white girl.) My skin was as white as snow since it never saw the sun and my hair was what everyone called pure gold.
My little sister on the other hand, a shy child, hiding behind the covers of mother and father. But we didnt know that in a few short hours there would be no covers to hide behind
YOU ARE READING
eye of the hurricane
Adventuretwo girls, one ruined life, no where to go, no where to hide, will they and their friendship survive or will it be destroyed like their city? Because their ship was.
