We paced through the water, waiving at our way out like idiots. Shouting, screaming, the drops of sea splashed in the air were all just a background noise while I watched my only ticket out of here slowly pass far from us. Maybe this island is really my deathbed. But then something inside of me burst. I saw my mother's face in the clouds that slowly covered the sky, bringing in a strom. She was crying over an empty grave with my name carved onto it. ''In the memory of Sara Perkin.'' That's all I'll ever be- a memory. There won't be anything to fill my coffin. My body will rot here while everyone I know will be standing somewhere in silence, looking out the window, wondering what happened. But I don't want that. They don't deserve that. I stopped and took one last look at the ship before I ran back to the beach. I covered the campfire with leaves and with a help of luck, managed to light it. Smoke filled the air around me as I fell on my knees.
-Look over here!- I coughed, thinking to myself. -Just look over here.- God received my prayer and the ship honked. Harry smiled along with me and everyone else. This was the first time I felt pure joy here. Everyone was jumping, water splashing everywhere. Three boats were coming at us. My excitement grew as they came closer. With all my stuff packed safely in Harry's black bag under my armpit, I sat in the boat and sailed to the ship, leaving the island in a fog behind me. The salty air hit my face as the ship was traveling in full speed. I raised my arms, letting the wind take over me. Harry called Louis and the rest of the boys. They thought we died. Everyone did. 12 hours later we were in Spain in a harbour. A day afterwards we were getting off a taxi in front of our house. Lights, cameras, action. It was all there. We hustled through the crowd, covering our faces on the way. I threw myself at Lucy and my mom the moment I saw the on the doorstep. Liam closed the door after us, painfully smiling at the crowd, closing the blinds. The room was finally filled with my family.
-I thought I was going to die there.- I cried.
-You didn't.- mom continued. But I did. A part of me -and a not that small part- did. That scared little girl that moved to a foreign country in search for success? Gone. You could say I went on that island as a girl and walked out of there as a woman. Nothing could surprise me anymore.
-What day is it today?- I looked out the glass backyard door. Just now I realised it was night.
-Tuesday,- Danielle looked at me. -December 25th.- we've been on that island for about two weeks. From the crash to, Christmas.
-It's a Christmas miracle.- Harry continued with a smile on his tired face. A Christmas miracle.
We sat down beside the Christmas tree Niall and Lucy had decorated and ate our Christmas feast- Nando's and pizza with a splash of Pepsi. I got lots of gifts but the biggest one was us all sitting here together.
-Mom, this ring is wonderful,- I glanced at the white golden ring on my finger. -but I didn't get you anything.-
-No need baby, my biggest present is having you here.- she looked at every single one of us, pure joy in her eyes. Having all of you here.- So maybe everything didn't add up to it, but this was without a doubt the best Christmas in my life. We looked like a Christmas card.
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-10, 9, 8...- we listened to the countdown echoing from the city from our balcony. -7, 6...-
-So, it's been quite a year.- the fireworks were reflecting on his perfectly green eyes.
-The best one of my life.-
-3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!!!- the fireworks display lit up the sky and just like that, I had someone to kiss as a perfect way to say goodbye to 2012.
-You know why?- I continued, my arms on his shoulders.
-Why?- he smirked.
-Because I've had someone to share it with.-
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