When drought comes, animals leave. But it's impossible to leave when your feet are glued to the floor.
I walk beside Wecan, my bag slouching on my shoulder. Rhun, a couple meters ahead, keeping a look out for danger. My Hazel eyes look at my feet, counting each step.
'One Two'
'Four-hundred eight-two'
It keeps going until the numbers pile in my head, clogging it. Rhun decides to break the silence.
"There's a creek ahead. We should refill our water bottles."
Wecan nods as do I.
"Okay, that sounds great"
I squeak out, my mouth dry. I didn't notice until he mentioned water. As we approach, I notice something strange about the water. Besides its natural brown color, it was gone, except for the rare puddle. I look at Rhun and he looks back.
"Drought is upon us, 'Sakura' be ready"
He tells me, his voice creeping like old sandal wood. Wecan rushes to the water source, plunging his bottle in. I watch him, knowing we need to purify the water, so I tell him not to drink it. He looks at me and nods
"I won't"
I smile and look at Rhun who is staring at the water, his eyes looking like glass beads. I nudge him softly and he turns looking at me.
"We should go soon."
I look at him confused and then I see Wecan walking up to us, hands clenched. I was about to question it but Wecan answers My question. He throws mud from his hands at Rhuns face and Wecan and I start laughing. Rhun stares at Wecan then grabs a handful of wet mud, throwing it back. Soon i join in and we are in a mess of mud and Laughter.
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The Canopy Tree
Teen FictionAñuli was a normal girl, living with her tribe in the Kenya. Everyday she would stare out her cracked and stained window, looking across the river beside her house. There stood a tall, elegant, canopy tree. She would stare at its curving trunk, desi...
