CINNAMON GIRL | rafe cameron (obx)

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧.

Now I'm stranded on some island, with absolutely no sense of direction as to what will happen next.

I sigh.

I wonder where he is right now.

"Hey, Stel!" Pope says, freeing me from my mind.

"Hm?"

"Show Cleo and Sarah that body-flip thing you can do in the water."

"Really? Now?"

"Yeah! Chop chop, we don't have all night!"

I laugh and do as requested, for as much guilt and worry I may feel right now, I feel at home. That's what matters most.

But I know for a fact that this is not the happy ending. In fact, it's not an ending at all.

This is just the beginning.

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀

"Fuck!"

I grab my bare foot in pain, rubbing on the area on which I dropped the bulky brown coconut.

"Typical, Stella. God," I mutter to myself as I return the many coconuts I spilled to my bag and sling it over my shoulder.

Yep.

I was put on coconut duty.

It's not like I wanted the easy job, you know.

I tried stabbing fish with JJ, but ended up stabbing Cleo's foot instead.

I tried collecting herbs and stuff with Kie, but couldn't differentiate the stuff that would feed you and the stuff that would make you shit yourself to death.

I even tried building stuff with John B, but everything fell apart at my touch.

At first I wanted to do something using my new gun, like shooting birds or something. But I ran out of ammo before I could actually hit anything.