The air thickened. . . and cracked—like it sublimed and shattered. In the tension of drawn oars—Brett still eyeing me, I thought I could hear the faint sound of insects. . . It could be. . . but. . .
It was something else. I listened hard, my attention suddenly misdirecting away from the oncoming duel to the death. . . And I turned when I noticed Brett divert his eyes from me, and look up over Craig's head, as though he saw something more worthwhile and mysterious. He lowered his oar the moment Craig listened to the faint sounds as well, and did so much daringly as to completely turn his back on Brett, to look off in the distance. George as well, dismissed the rising tension, and listen to the faint echoes across the foggy waters. . .
I turned my head, and my eyes opened wide, and my lips even parted.
There. . . in the distance, a mound of debris, and destroyed roof, and a house dismembered from its foundation, floated in an overturned triangle through the black waters. . .
And calling out to us, in a group of three or four, was a family. . . a father, a mother, and son and a daughter. . . all waving and screaming.
"Help! Help!"
And then, the tension returned, as we all returned our eyes to the center of the boat, and a decision had to be made.
It would begin on good terms. . . but end in betrayal.
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Teen Fiction***EDITOR'S CHOICE AWARD*** What would you do if you only had three months to live? When a tsunami traps a girl, her boyfriend, and four other boys in a bay house, starvation, sexual competition, and territorial war tear them apart. Entangled in a h...
