Castaways

9::Hannah Murdered

October 12 8:13 AM

I woke up alone under the boat.

Andrew was no where to be seen, and I took that as a sign that he wanted to eat and didn't bother to wake me up. Sighing, I sat up and my back cracked, making me wince. I tugged down the sweatshirt I was wearing and crawled out of the hole into the bright sunlight. Even though it's Fall, it sure didn't feel like it. If anything, it felt like the process of Spring changing to Summer.

I had to squint because of the bright light as I pulled myself up. Instantly, I felt my muscles give out. Yep, I was definitely sore. Makes sense though; I'm a weak girl with absolutely no athletic ability who can't run or lift weights for anything. Pushing that chest across an island should definitely count for the rest of my PE credits.

Andrew was no wear to be seen. For a moment I panicked, thinking that he might have left me alone on the island and figured out a way off. But I immediately pushed it to the back of my mind as I saw him swimming in the clear ocean water with no shirt on. My eyes bulged, not knowing if I should look away or not. But I couldn't. His muscular chest was demanding my attention, and my attention it will have.

"It's not polite to stare!" He called out, drawing my attention to his face. I Felt my face grow hot as I quickly looked away at the ground.

"I wasn't staring," I stupidly said back, trying to wipe that dumb smirk off his face. "Why would I waste my time staring at you when...I could stare at that rock?" I pointed at the small black rock in the ground.

"You know," he said, walking towards me quickly, "I always knew you were weird Hannah Banana, but now this is just plain sad."

He stopped im front of me and smiled lazily. I scowled at him, biting my tongue so I didn't swear at him.

"You know, I can tell why you and Adam are best friends. You're both jerks." I stated, and turned around to grab my camera under the boat.

"Oh really? We're the jerks?" He asked, staring at me as I crawled out of the hole once again.

I ignored his idiotic comment and walked towards the water, snapping pictures of the waves and some birds that flew by. I then took some more pictures of our little 'camp' that we set up. As soon as I got bored, however, I sat down against a tree and closed my eyes.

I was hot with an overwhelming sense of homesickness. The island was too peaceful. And believe me, some peace and quiet are always nice, but from where I live screaming and crying is what I've grown used to. I feel like my day isn't complete if one of my siblings don't throw a temper tantrum or get in a fight with someone. And I miss it. I miss my crazy zoo of a house, my comfortable bed with silk sheets, my own bathroom, my family, and the newest member of the family.

"How long do you think we'll be here?" I thought out loud, keeping my eyes closed.

Andrew answered almost imidietley, "Not for long. They're coming."

"How do you know?" I asked, opening one eye and studying him. He had changed clothes again, and now he was wearing dark brown khaki pants and a plain white t-shirt. He was also leaning against a tree with his eyes closed.

"Because, people miss me."

"And me," I snapped in annoyance. "The whole world doesn't revolve around you, you know."

"Are you sure about that? I've been told-"

"Andrew, shut up." I sighed. I closed my again and after a moment of silence, Andrew spoke up.

"I'm nothing like him." He grunted.

"What?" I asked, opening my eyes and shooting him a puzzled look.