A.N - I'll remove these from the chapters later ;)
The chapters that have *Edited ....* on them means the are edited and changed/sort of re-written. I will continue editing these and changing up the story a little. So if you have previously read this book, could please go back over the story because when I start putting up new chapters you'll be confused.
Thanks everyone!
*Edited 1/12/15 *
We begin walking, everything's quite silent and continues to be for about an hour or so more of walking. We eat the weird 'fat free, sugar free, gluten free' bars that Britney has, which taste absolutely horrendous. After about 5 hours or so we all feel like collapsing and as waiting till dark to set up some form of shelter when it looks like we will be getting rain anytime soon doesn't sound like the brightest idea, we start setting up. Scaling trees to find a shelter Britney and I set up the sleeping area and Matt and Ben fix up a shade from the rain.
Sitting around we all have a bit of the peanut butter and blackcurrant jam sandwich that was my lunch. Britney is the first to go to sleep, followed by the douche who states that 'he needs his beauty sleep'. Pfft, we all saw his face when we heard the wind blowing the leaves. Leaving just me and Ben, probably the only person that I can actually stand out of the three of them. We just sit there awkwardly for the first while. You know the whole 'the playing with your hands, or observing the scenery' kinda thing? Yup, that awkward.
"Hey Jess?" He asks turning to me.
"Yup."
"Well, why did you come here? Honestly. I mean, if you don't mind me asking?" His question takes me by surprise.
"Why are you asking me?" I frowned "I thought we had already gone over this. Why are you asking?"
"Well, I just thought that you said that because Matt was there you know?"
"Well, that's not a lie. Obviously I hate the guy so that does have an effect on it, but then I don't really know who you are either. Do you know what I mean? I can't dish out my life stories and secrets to just anyone, I've got to know you first. Maybe later." I say turning to him. "Anywho, what about you? Why did you choose to come here? Or did he force you into it?" I say nodding to Matt hunched up sleeping.
"I'm not entirely sure why I came here. I guess Matt said that if we came here no-one would be able to find us, so no getting into trouble. And then when we do get back everyone will be too happy to see us to really question." He stops. "It sounded better at the time." A small grin pulls on my face as we both let out a chuckle. He stops and coughs. Gee, way to cover up you're uncomfortable. I DEFINITELY can't tell! I roll my eyes, he scratches the back of his neck. "So you really haven't heard the stories then."
"Stories? Stories about what?"
"The Whisper, you know. Why it's called that, all that jazz."
"Well, no. At least I don't remember. Why? Should I?"
"No!" He states quickly shaking his head and standing up. "No, no. It's probably best that it stays that way to." He finishes pulling me up.
We climb up and bury ourselves under the bags and gyms clothes next to Britney and Matt, trying to keep warm.
"I'll find out you know."
"Find out what?"
"Well, you can't tell me that there are stories and then not tell me them so, I guess I'll just have to find them myself huh?"
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END OF CHAPTER 4
Hey guys, I hope you liked this chapter (EVEN THOUGH IT IS KINDA A FILLER)! Please comment or vote if you like my story!! This week was hard to choose who to dedicate it to. I have decided to dedicate my chapters now not just of people who inspire me but also people who like my story or add it to their reading list, so really it could be anyone; even you! This weeks chapter is dedicated to you-are-beautifu aka emily-louise she writes amazing stuff and it is great to see someone express themselves through writing and not be afraid to show it.
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Aoife :-)
PICTURE: NAT WOLFF - MATT
SONG: LET'S TAKE A RIDE - JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE
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The Whisper
Pertualangan-GRADUALLY EDITING/REWRITING CHAPTERS "Why? Why should I trust you?" I scream looking into his eyes. He looks down at me, sadness swirling around in his eyes, "I guess you'll just have to". ...
