Burning your Alibi.

Chapter One: The sound of the shell.

I moved, my legs scratched up from the rubble surrounding me, fortunately mostly unharmed. My feet covered with my slightly torn school shoes, my uniform messed up.

The tie slipping off of my neck as I move, torn skin stringing in the humid air.

My eyes felt like they were stinging, like I woke from a dream.

What the hell happened? The plane lost flight control, now I'm here?

I feel sweat collect on my forehead, aimlessly drenching my temples, making my blonde hair flask close on my head.

I peer out, the sun hitting my eyes in a painful glare, squinting.

In front of me lies an untouched beach, filled with glistening sand, waters and shells.

My heart skips a slight beat at the beauty, glancing around with a small breath.

I take my lead, rising over a fallen palm trunk, moving out into the sand.

"Wait up!" I hear a voice yelp behind me, causing my body to instinctively stop walking, my head turning in the direction.

A boy of my age, pudgy and short, runs up to me.

His grubby hand lays on the side of his glasses, holding them securely as he huddles over to me.

His hair was choppy, short, and laid over his forehead. His eyes are a dark color of brown, and his lips thin like a line.

My eyebrows raise, my feet slipping to the side as I turn to him, confusion washing over me.

"My-" He wheezes out before continuing, "My auntie say' it's not good for me to run," His body stops, his knees halting with his shoes.

"So don't run, I cant wait up,"

I squint at him, breathing out. "Who are you?"

"Oh–" He begins, his body aimlessly lugging around as he wanders on the sand, sniffling up a storm. "Well– well.. Well, the people at my school wouldn't call me ma' real name, so-so mainly they woud' call me piggy." He blabbers, not necessarily stuttering, but failing to get it all out in one go.

I feel a laugh bubble up in my throat, a loud blow of air escaping my nose in a bubbly noise.

Now unable to contain my laughter at the absurdity of the situation along with the nickname, my lips part.

"What!" I gasp, unable to take in everything that's going on so suddenly, a humorous smile on my face.

"Not funny! Not funny!" Piggy says, his hands waving around in retort, his glasses slipping down his nose with his frustration.

"It's not funny!" He repeats, making me tear up as I breath out shakily, getting all of my laughs out. I shake my head dryly, moving my hands up in apology.

"Sorry..sorry, I didn't mean to laugh–" I begin, my lips parting for soft air as I see him almost immediately move on. Like some sort of short term memory, he starts up again. Hardly giving me time to breath and catch up with the situation.

"My auntie–my auntie says it's bad for me to hustle around like you, Not that my auntie know' you," He sniffs in, wiping sand off his nose.

"She say' it's bad cause' my asthma, yeah." He looks around the area aimlessly, my eyes narrow as the funny word leaves his lips.

"Assmar? Funny word innit?" I hum, smiling to myself again as the giggles hum in my chest again.

"Assmar! No! My auntie say' I got asthma!" His face starts to flush, some sort of frustration on it. That only causes me to giggle.