Prologue
My name is John Smith. My life is a little whack, but everyones life on this island is. The island I live on is called moba island, it is located in the "united states of america" but no country would really be proud to claim us, not anymore anyways. Things on this island were alot more...exciting a few hundred years ago, or so I was told. This island was a place for great tourism and brought in alot of bussiness. But those years have long since past, the island is practically dead. Its like everyone has given up hope. Even the believers of the forefathers great prophecy. Translated by the early english, the prophecy says: "thee with mayan blood flowing through thout veins shall bring the island together and shall save the world from complete chaos."
The mayans are extinct though, and unless you believe that our island forefathers were mayan then why did they write in hebrew? Everything about the legends confused me. But the mayans believed that the world would end december 21st 2012. Thats less than a year away. So the prophecy will supposedly occur then, but I dont believe it. Theres only one reason for me to stay on this island, and thats her, my one true love. But I have to leave here in a few weeks anyways for when I go to college. I have excelled in mechanics and plan on continuing my mechanics skill in airplanes and jets. But I will have to leave her, the only reason I even want to live, Khali.
It was nice having her around so much before I left, I loved being around her. We had been together for three and a half years and havent been away from each other for over a week since except for her family vacations but now I dont see how I ever got on without her. Since im leaving for texas in a few weeks I decided that I would spend every waking second I could with her. As we walk hand in hand down the streets of this almost ghost town that used to be filled with so much life we talk about how much we love each other and how we would miss one another and kissed her passionately.
The next couple weeks was about the same but we got more emotional. On the day I was supposed to be leaving, I woke up with Kahli in my arms and you could tell she had been awake for hours just watching me sleep and hadnt moved because fear of waking me. I smiled at her and she smiled back, I kissed her and we layed there for an hour or so until I knew I needed a shower, so I took my shower first and waited for her to get ready then hand in hand we went downstairs where my parents greeted us. We ate breakfast, had a few laughs and when it was time, we walked outside to the white chevy truck I see every day and we all got in to the truck and headed to the boats that would take me to the city to go to the airport. It was silent, no one talked to one another, and Khali laid her head on my shoulder as we went down the road.
About fifteen minutes and we were there, even though I knew she was still with me, I already missed Khali. But I knew there was nothing for me there, and when I had enough money I would send for her to come to live with me. We arived and we all got out. No one really said anything, there was nothing to say. I gave everyone hugs, but when I got to Khali I kissed her for a long time and with tears with my eyes I hugged her trying for her not to see me like this but I managed to get an I love you out before I turned around and stepped onto the small boat that was to take me a hundred and fifty miles to the next shore.
