Kill Me Now (Book 1)(Editing)

Chapter 13: The Hut-less Girl

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(Recap)

“Oh thank you,” I cry as I throw my arms around his neck and give him a hug. Mitch stands uncomfortably in front of me but eventually wraps his arms around me.

            “Your welcome,” he grunts. We hug for a few seconds longer until Mitch breaks away with an arrogant smile adorning his face.

            “You still up for repopulating the island,” he lifts his eyebrows up and down. My happy attitude quickly drains away and I stare at him in disgust.

            “You pervert,” I growl as I spin around and march away. Even the thought of it of it makes me shiver. Imagine more miniature Mitch’s running around, ugh that would be awful.

            “Babe, that’s no way to talk to your future hubby,” Mitch yells at my disappearing back.

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            Kill me now. It was a stupid idea to even hug Mitch! All this talk about ‘hubby’ makes me want to vomit. Imagine, Mitch and I. Even the ship name would be weird, like Kitch or...Mate. Revolting, although I bet Mitch and his perverted humor would find that hilarious.

            I fall on my bed of leaves and let out a groan of frustration. I really am going to need more suitable shelter than this. I certainly don’t want to end up huddling in Mitch’s hut if it ever rains. That would be worse than getting soaked!

            It’s settled then, tomorrow mission make a shelter will commence. It can’t be that hard, all you have to do is find durable sticks and make a teepee thing. Some leaves to fill cracks, yep this shouldn’t be that hard. Who knows, maybe my shelter will make Mitch’s look like a shack.

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            “Ugh this is so heavy,” I groan as I try to lift a stick. I’m covered in a thick sheen of sweat as I try to drag the bamboo stick to the beach. Gnats flutter around me wildly...I just swallowed one. I immediately drop the pole and start gagging. Unfortunately the darn stick lands on my toes.

            “Ack! Oh my goodness that hurt so much,” I wheeze as I lift the heavy pole of my poor little appendages. The contractions of the pain nearly drags tears out of my eyes. Why am I doing this again? Screw shelter, the stars are good enough as my roof.

            “No Kate,” I hit myself on the side of the head creating more pain, “No giving up, do not back down!” With my mini empowerment speech in mind I ignore the smarting agony my foot is enduring and lift up the heavy pole. Looking like the guy in Les Miserable when he lifts the pole off the guy, I make an ugly, strong face and heave as I lift up the stick.

            “It takes that much effort,” Mitch laughs uncontrollably from behind me, “Tiger looks like she needs to get fit.”

            “First of all shut up,” I snap as I struggle with the pole, “And second, leave.” Mitch just snorts in reply and leans on a nearby tree.

            “What are you trying to do,” he asks with humor in his voice.

            “Make a shelter that is ten times better than yours,” I retort with a cocky smile as I carefully drop the pole and turn around to face him.