Harry, Zayn, and I hiked through the trees and bushes, pushing obstacles out of the way. We were collecting stray wood pieces for a fire or whatever. All we knew was that wood was a pretty useful resource.
Harry acted as the leader of our group. It was sort of an instinct thing. We all knew our place. I never acted as a leader, I always break under the pressure of knowing that everyone is counting on me.
He told us what to do and we listened without a complaint. Hopefully, no one will. But there is always that one person who complains and tries to take over. Or there's just a stubborn leader who doesn't want to listen. And that was Harry.
"Okay, we have enough. Let's go back." Harry directed. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the pile of wood in my arms. Which was the problem. I was the only one out of three people who had wood in their hands. It was a very small thing but I spoke up anyway.
"Are you sure? I mean, we need shelter, firewood and we need some wood for supply. We probably need more." I objected.
"Are you just saying that because you're holding wood?" He replied, harshly.
"No, I'm just saying that-" He rolled his eyes and cut me off.
"I know what I'm doing." I made a shocked face as he walked away. Zayn followed, looking back, shrugging and giving me an apologetic look.
"Ten years of girl scouts and this is what I get." I muttered under my breath.
I dragged myself back to where everyone was. They sat around not talking to each other, which wasn't going to be the best in the situation. Jayde sat on a rock, tracing shapes with her index finger on the somewhat smooth surface.
Macie sat on her father's lap as he whispered encouraging things to her. I was kind of jealous of the almost-four year old girl. She had a father who loved her unlike me.
My father abandoned my mother and I when I was about her age. I remember very little of that night. All I know is that my mother and father had a huge argument and by morning he was gone with all of our money. I hated him ever since.
I threw the wood onto the soft, burning sand and went over to Stan and Macie. I sat next to them under the shade of a palm tree. I smiled at them both.
"You know, I always dreamed of living on the beach," I said, looking at the waves rolling onto the sand in the distance, "But I didn't mean like this."
Stan chuckled, "My wife wanted to live on the beach, but we never got to."
"Did you lose her?"
"Yeah, she died right in front of me. I couldn't save her. She told me to save Macie so I let go of her and grabbed Macie."
"I'm so sorry." I said, softly.
"It's alright, if I saved Delilah then we would have a much bigger loss." He smiled and smoothed out Macie's hair as she played with a leaf she found on the ground.
"I miss mommy." Macie said. I frowned. I felt so bad for her.
"You know, Macie, I lost my father when I was your age."
"Really?" I nodded, "How?"
I sighed, "He ran away."
"Why?"
"I don't know." I smiled, "But if he stayed, then it would've been worse."
"Guys!" Zayn called, "Do you hear that?" We all kept silent until we heard the yelling Zayn was talking about. It wasn't like a cry for help but an arguement.
"What is that?" Jayde asked.
"People." I smiled. I started running to the source of the noise. Everyone followed me and we reached a group of people. A brunette girl yelling at a younger girl in English then the younger girl yelled back in Spanish. A boy stood next to her, it looked like he was translating for the both of them.
"Hey!" Harry called. They stopped and looked at us.
"Oh my god, people!" The brunette said excitedly. She ran to us, "Please tell me you speak English."
"Yeah, we do-"
"Finally! I couldn't take anymore of her yapping." I raised my eyebrows. I strongly disliked people like her. I walked towards the hispanic girl and boy.
I smiled, "Hi, I'm Lacey."
"Hello, I'm Chris and this is Adrianna, my sister." The boy replied.
"You guys speak Spanish?"
"Yes, but only I can speak English. Adrianna can understand but can't speak it." I looked at the thirteen year old girl and smiled.
Then, I heard a male voice, "Lacey?" I looked up at the man who was standing behind everyone and my jaw dropped once I processed who the man was standing in front of me and my eyes could've popped out of my head.
"Dad?"
