The Island

Thoughts

Lizzie's POV

I hadn't really thought about how long we had been on the island until I started noticing how there was a decrease in fruit. The only fruit I had managed to find was either overripe and rotting, or still growing and bitter. As I dug into an overripe melon, I thought about what Simon had said to me.

I don't know how I could have been so dimwitted to not notice his feelings towards me. I mean, we had kissed, and he really seemed to have enjoyed it. At this point, I almost didn't feel bad that I was no longer interested in him. I had Jack, but I was growing tired of being 'his girl'; slave to him whenever he pleased. I needed to start paying attention to how I felt all on my own.

Jack was out hunting for the day, and I hoped to god he would be able to get something just so he had something other than me to flaunt over. I was sick and tired of him showing me off like I was a piece of meat.

Simon would never treat me like this, I thought. It really was too bad I wasn't interested in him, because he would have made a fine boyfriend.

As I walked through the jungle, I thought about how lucky I was to be on an island with fresh drinking water and edible plants and fruit. I was thankful for the pigs, but as we hadn't caught one yet, I was unsure whether they would be beneficial or not.

"Hey, pretty miss," Ralph's voice startled me from my train of thought, and I focused on my surroundings. I had walked all the way to the bathing pool without realizing it. "what are you doing here?" He asked. He was sitting along the edge of the pool, his toes skimming the surface of the warm water. I was in such need for a bath, I suddenly had the urge to rip off my remaining clothes and dive into the water.

"Hey Ralph, I don't know," I responded, sitting next to him, "I was just thinking, and I guess I just walked over here." I dipped my toes in the water and had to stop myself from engulfing my entire body in the soothing pool.

"Oh, okay." Ralph said. We were thrown into an awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say. I suppose it wouldn't be uncommon now. After all, I had sort of turned on him and left his group to join Jack at Castle Hill.

We didn't say anything for awhile. I continued whirling my toes in the water while Ralph sat next to me, watching me trace patterns into the stone with my fingers.

"Sorry for relying on you so much." I finally spoke. Ralph looked startled as he peered at me through his thick lashes, a lock of shaggy hair falling into his eyes.

"What?" He asked as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry for relying on you so much," I repeated, looking him in the eyes. He had freckles all around his nose and under his eyes, which glistened in the light. "ever since we got here I've been relying on you and Jack and Simon for everything. I mean, I feel pretty helpless now. I never really got to do anything on my own because I've been so reliant on you guys trailing behind me to watch my every move." I said. Ralph didn't answer for awhile, and I was worried I had insulted him.

"You don't need to be sorry, Lizzie. I think," he paused and blinked, looking into the pool. "I think that we've just done that on our own. I mean, we've been following you around and watching your every move because we care about you, and we want to make sure you're being safe. I don't know if the same goes for Jack, but you would know better than me." He said. I nodded along with his words, letting them absorb into my mind. It was obvious that Jack didn't truly care about me enough to follow me around. It seemed as if he was more interested in winning me, like I was the prize in some competition.

"Ralph," I said quietly, "I want to go home." that was the last thing I said before slipping into the pond, engulfing my body in the warm, salty water.

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This chapter was incredibly short, but this is the first time I've updated in almost two years and I actually hate where I was going with this book!

Why did I think that boys were the most important part of life??? I think the last time I updated this was when I was thirteen and boy crazy, and now that I'm fifteen and the most independent person I know, I'm pretty sure the pace of this story is going to change considerably.

I will no longer be focusing all Lizzie's time and effort on boys, because we don't need them. There will still be romance and shit, but I'll probably calm it down a lot because holy cow Lizzie sounds like a cumdumpster (as my grandma would say).

Anyway, I used to ask ship names so I guess I'll do that lmao.

Rizzie/Lalph

Jizzie/Lack (or Jazzie, I just thought Jizzie was funnier)

Sizzie/Limon

Comment, vote, share this with your friends even though it's trash.

~Sadies.