Castaways

7::Hannah Mean

October 11 8:32 AM

"You have a problem."

"No I don't. Every high school boy has this issue. I bet you even girls have this issue!" Andrew mumbled defensively, roughly tearing off a piece of jerky.

"Uhm no, Andrew, I think you're the only one who suffers from it." I laughed hysterically, slapping my thigh.

"I am not!"

"I've never heard someone fart so much in my entire life!" I yelled, my face showing a mixture of disgust and amusement.

"You fart too Hannah. Everyone does," Andrew shrugged.

"Yeah, but that much? Some people sleep talk, but you-you sleep fart!" And that did it. I was laughing again, closing my eyes and slapping my thigh even harder. "Every time I was about to fall asleep you just had to let one rip."

"It must be the jerky," he huffed, setting the 'culprit' down.

"You know, my brother Brock has bad gas too," I laughed. My smile faded however, at the thought of never seeing him again. "Buts he's seven so."

"How many siblings do you have, anyway?" He asked me, taking a small swig of water.

The wind picked up at that moment, blowing my hair into my face and obscuring my eyesight. I crossed my legs awkwardly as I sighed sadly. "Seven."

He made a low whistling noise. "Wow, that's a lot. I think Riley said something about adoption?"

I nodded briefly. "Yeah, Riley and I were born and then my parents decided to adopt."

"That's actually pretty cool," he said, then he stood up and put all the food away. "We need to start looking around the island for resources. I don't know about you, but these nice clothes are not comfortable to sleep in."

"No kidding, all night my dress kept riding up my legs and twisting and such. It was so not comfortable." I complained, but got up anyways.

He disappeared into the hole to put all the supplies away before reappearing and ushering us to leave. We decided to walk towards the opposite side of the island, seeing how I already wondered around the front side of the island, closest to us. The island was actually small; it took about one and a half hours before we stopped and decided to explore. But by then I was tired, and my legs were aching.

"Can I just take a nap?" I said more of a statement then a question.

"No, let's go." Andrew said, running his hands through his brunette hair messily.

That reminded me of how my hair must look like a rats nest.

"I need a brush." I said, sitting down and pulling my light brown hair out of the situation I call a bun.

"Hannah, can we do this later? We walked all the way over here to explore and find resources, not to brush your hair." Andrew said sternly.

"Well guess what, dude, you're not the boss of me." I said, smirking.

Andrew cussed under his breath before walking towards me. I smiled in triumph thinking he was going to come sit down next to me, but boy was I wrong.

He leaned down and grabbed me roughly, throwing me over his shoulder and walking towards the forest. I screamed in shock, utterly surprised by his action. He just always has to get what he wants, doesn't he?

"You better put me down right now Andrew, or I swear-"

"If you aren't quiet I'm going to leave you here and let you figure out a way to get back to camp." He said. Even if I couldn't see him, I could tell he was smirking.