Stranded

Chapter Nine

“Is she awake?” Sydney asks.

            “Does she look like she’s awake?” A male voice retorts.

            Were they talking about me? They had to be, they said she and Sydney already talked. I just wish they would go away, I’m still really tired.

            “No, but she could be faking it.” Sydney answers.

            “True.” The guy agrees. I’m almost completely sure it’s Dustin.

            “We should dump some water on her.” Mitchel suggests. I know it’s him because his voice is different from the others, easy to pick out in a crowd.

            “No.” Kyle disagrees, good boy. Again his voice is different from the other two so I know straight away it’s him, “That’s too predictable.” I take back what I said before; he is not a good boy, not at all.

            I should just open my eyes, before they do something horrible to me. I’m just too tired though; remind me to never stay up to watch all of the Harry Potter movies in a row.

            “We should draw on her face.” Dustin suggests eagerly, I can just picture the grin he has on his face right now. If that boy comes anywhere near me with a marker, he will be castrated and never be able to have children.

            “Yeah,” Sydney agrees enthusiastically, and I thought we were becoming friends.

            “What’s she gonna do?” Mitchel asks.

            “Nothing she’s asleep.” Kyle answers.

            “What about after she wakes up?” Sydney asks worriedly. Smart girl, be afraid.

            “She still won’t do anything.” Dustin answers confidently. “Someone hand me a marker.”

            “I don’t know, remember the junk food thing, she’s a lot tougher than she looks.” Mitchel says.

            “No she’s not.” Kyle replies.

            “Yes, she is, she could kick us out. This is her house after all.” Sydney points out.

            “No she can’t.” Dustin says firmly.

            “She can and she will.” I threaten groggily, opening up my eyes to see the four of them hovering above me.

            “Mm-hmm.” Dustin says disbelievingly.

            “Are you questioning me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He doesn’t reply, “That’s what I thought.”

            I pull myself off of the bean bag chair and stretch and then announce, “I’m going to get food.”

            “Food!” Mitchel yells.

            I glare at him, “Let me remind you that I just woke up.”

            “Sorry.” He says quietly.

            I laugh and then leave my bedroom heading for the kitchen. I rummage through the cupboards and fridge trying to find something to eat. The others come in as I’m searching, doing my routine going from the fridge to the cupboards than back again debating what I’m going to eat, if I’m actually going to cook something or be lazy and through some toast in the toaster.