Paper Box

Chapter XV

Creeping out of a silent melancholy weep, Joe wiped his sandy eyes, from laying in the sand(no doubt), and scanned the he area around him within his visual limit. Returning to his thoughts, Joe thought, I have to keep myself together. I should've known that person wouldn't have seen me. I've got to keep focused. So, to keep himself occupied, he shuffled towards the hut and dropped himself onto the warm, dry sand. Then he's saw the box of paper. So he grabbed it, and took out a pack. Then he started folding paper planes, and throwing them on the edge of the beach. Most of them just floated a few feet, and plummeted. It was like God was placing an invisible barrier to were nothing could...

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Get past it. That's all she had to do. Just get past her mental overload. And on top of that, she was starting to add morning sickness to the list of problems. Catherine usually dropped in at least 4 times a week to check on her. This wasn't so bad, being ill, you get lots of benefits: relaxing days, not having to go to work, etc. But, unfortunately, the sickness far outweighed the benefits. Hurling nearly every ten to twenty minutes, pregnancy mood swings, and numerous more she couldn't remember. And all this time, laying in bed, wondering if she could ever do this(go through this pregnancy)without Joe. I'm making this harder than it needs to be, she thought, but it's just so hard. "Joe!" she screamed. She obviously knew that he couldn't hear him. She started crying, the mood swings kicking in. Then something happened, that made her stop immediately, and she suddenly felt calm, excited even: she felt...

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A kick. And another kick. Joe had nothing else better to do. So he started kicking around a ball of paper. This is actually kinda fun, he thought to himself, this might help with the stress. So he just kept kicking the minute balled up paper down the beach, trying to keep the fact that he might never get away from this island off his mind. Pretty soon he got bored of it, picked up the ball, and flung it down the beach. Then he stalked back to his hut. Why can't I just sit still and think? I keep getting dawn away from his inevitable escape plan. He had to brainstorm. He needed an idea. Have I eaten lunch yet th---no. He had to stay focused. So Joe put shut out anything else distracting him, and put his mind...to the test.

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