Castaway Island

Chapter 8

It turns out sometimes things go my way. I stand at the tree shaking with all that I'm worth. Finally, a fruit comes down. And hits me in the head. At least it isn't a coconut. I have one mango. I look down at my grumbling stomach. Okay, I'll have to rinse this mango. Can I rinse it with ocean water? Does that defeat the point? I need the mango to be edible and clean. I look down at my fingernails. They're caked with dirt and blood.

At the sight of blood, usually I would puke. But, now I am unfazed. I guess the island has changed me. I'm not the self centered girly girl I once was. Now I need to make a shelter. I don't want to be dependant. So, I'll make a makeshift house untill I make some type of real room. Maybe I could make a house like in Gilligan's Island. The only pieces of driftwood I found are wet. Darn. I lean them against a tree. So much of a shelter. 

I know that I didn't love school when I was in it but, I'm craving new information. I need to know so many things. I wish school would have had a survivial class! I scream in frustration. Nothing ever goes my way. Okay, I sound like a whiny baby. I decide to go and give the poor dead turtle to Sam. It's eyes are blank with death. I don't think I could ever kill something again. 

When I get to the familiar tree house, its not a tree house anymore. Some random pieces of wood are on the forest floor. Other than that, it has completely disapeared. I peer around the tree. Its getting dark and the evil mosquitoes are biting me! Sam is nowhere to be seen and neither is his stuff.

I run to the beach. Unfortunately, the beach wraps around the whole island. I haven't even been more than 20 yards into the woods. And now I have to run anround the whole island? I run with all that I'm worth but, this island is huge. There is even a small volcano in the center of it. I suspect it is not active because the only thing that ever comes out is steam. I see a little raft about to take off from the beach. I run to it. Sam is sitting there on the raft.

"Sam!" I call. The raft is very far from me on the far side of my sight. I break into a faster run. I can't see Sam's expression. Its clear Sam is going to leave the island. And leave me behind? No. By the time I get to the raft, I am sweaty and out of breath. Sam looks at me with a sad smile. He's about 40 feet from the shore.

"Bye, Cici." Sam says.

            "No!" I scream. "You can't leave me behind!"

"I have to." Sam calls. He's rowing away. "I can't feed the two of us."

       "When you get there," I yell. "Tell them I'm here!"

"Sorry," Sam yells. I can barely hear him now. "I can't be blamed for the death of a girl I left on an island."

     "You coward!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I sink down on the sand. Why doesn't anything go my way?