The island in the mist~ Lams

Chapter 9- Margarita🍹

Hamilton's POV

I whack the bushes and whistle again, I hear the whistle in response, this time closer but it sounded like it was filled with sorrow.

with Peggy (Peggy's POV)

I hear another one of Katniss's whistles, this time closer than the last, I wipe my tears, if the Meme Team 🐢🐢 come in this small clearing and I'm still crying, the scars on my arms showing, I'll just say I was worried, they'll believe me, but I know that John was separated from the others, that'll be another reason.

Thwack Thwack Whoosh snap

I jump slightly, sniffle and try to pull myself together, this better not be pirates but I know that anyone in the Meme Team 🐢🐢 would not hurt the bushes, their own reasons that I don't know. I grab a fern, bring it to my chest and run my finger around the stem, pulling off the weird leaf-needle things, my sad face turning into an angry face, tears still pouring.

(next part, if it says 'frick' then that's actually the f word, sorry)

"frick life, frick friend, frick everyone!" I shout, I start being angry at past memories, like when father thought that it would be fine to leave me with mother while he, And and Liza go on the scary roller coaster that I wanted to go on, he thought I would happily go with mom, like I never wanted to go on that ride, I was a half-inch too short. Father didn't even try to help me with my feelings. 

***flashback***

I step up too the stick that measures if I can go on the ride, I bite my lip, not being nervous, but happy and gigiddy. 

"Sorry kid, your too short, by a half-inch, once you come back I'm sure you'll be fine," The man kneels down to look into my eyes, he has beautiful caramel eyes, brown hair in a small ponytail, his skin a peachy color, like Liza's.

"I'm sorry, again, but if your father would want to let you in for helping me find my missing child, just even put one poster up, you can go on," The man smiles again and I smile, look up at father with big eyes.

"I'm sorry but no, c'mon Angelica, hold my hand as you wait in line with me and Eliza." Father says, my smile fades and my hands turn into fists. I'm 9, I think I'm old enough to go on this ride. I think, I cross my arms when mother comes to me.

"I'm sorry hunny, we can go on the snoopy ride-" Mother starts, but her phone starts buzzing, she smiles sadly.

"Hey, I'll pay you 10 dollars if you can look after my child quickly," Mother says to the kind man.

"I'll do it for free, your child is an angel," He smiles again I turn to him and he smiles, he sees if other kids get to ride the roller coaster, a kid a little taller than me with a chipped tooth can't go on the ride, a little too short, and I was only a half-inch away.

The man smiles and kneels down to the boy in magenta.

"Maybe next time you can ride this roller coaster, I'll see you then," The man smiles and gets back up. Wait what, he didn't offer to let him in, he's even taller than me, did he only do that to me? Why? I guess I can ask him. I think.

"Hey, umm, sir," I ask, my voice sounding little kiddish because of one of my two front teeth still growing in.

"Oh hi, you can call me Alan, what do you need?" Alan kneels down again.

"Um, why didn't you let magenta boy in the ride, he's even twaller than me?" I ask.

"Well, it's because, well, it's kind of a secret, but I think I can tell you, but you look and sound like my wife, and we had a child, she was our sweet joy, but she... disappeared... and you remind me of her." Alan smiles and lets some more, taller children in, when there was a child that was too short, he'd say he was shorter and that the child will be so tall that the fair-thing would be sorry that they didn't let them in earlier.