Let's together find a place to get LOST

Chapter 8- Am I playing a part in Treasure Island

I moved my hands in the air awkwardly, the fear suffocated me and as I made a quick glance at Caremon; he seemed perfectly cool about a glass bottle which laid little ahead then us, like a glass bottle dosen't that sound weird. It looked like I was a small part of the book treasure island.

"What's wrong with you?" I could see his eyes filled with concern and his soft breezy touch against the small of my back.

"Caremon it is all so weird" I knitted my words together but all he gave me was a grin and replied "We are on a freaking island, were you expecting ball gowns here like the one shown in Taylor Swift song 'love story' "  Was it a question I was supposed to answer.

"Obviously. Not, then were you (emphasis) awaiting for Claude Monet to come alive and make his paintings over here looking at that bottle"

He smirked, but why. I frowned. He gave me a smug look and my jaw dropped straight down and it looked someone just waked over it but yet I  stood there alive.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth and then he started elbowing me and after a couple of deathly glares which I shot him, he pulled me near the bottle and to my shock it was a bottle of cheap wine.

I was perplexed and this situation turned as complicated as the human heart.

The bottle cap was partly opened and he didn't gave me a chance to look at the bottle and he smashed the bottle in my mouth. As I drank it rapidly my throat burnt and it felt as if someone had burnt my throat putting it over a stove.

My vision blurred and I fell head shot in Caremon's huge arms. That is when my stomach became a jungle full of monkeys and my head a river with crocodiles moving around.

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Small chapter as exams are there but I wanted to add something so this is that and please comment and like this chapter.