Stranded (Roc Royal)

Chapter Fourteen

Day Fifteen:

Karen..

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It's been raining since yesterday and it hasn't stopped ever since. At times, it would stop for a few minutes but then it'll start raining again. Somehow, the tent hasn't dripped of water yet and it hasn't fallen like it should've did. I know it'll tumble over any minute and threaten us with the pounding rains.

It was dark in the tent, so i turned on the flashlight and brightened every inch of the tent. I ignored the thunder and the flashes of lightning showed through the blankets. I didn't hear anything from the other side of the tent so i assumed he was occupied; most likely sleeping. I laid down and turned on my side and thought happy thoughts.

But I couldn't help but think about the search crew. When is everyone going to save us? I know we're not the only one and i sure hope dear Sierra is okay right now. If i don't get saved, she should by all means. A thought came into my mind. Don't i have a book somewhere in my bag to keep me busy? I think i do. I'd brought one before we'd got caught on the ship.

I lifted my head and placed my pillow off to the side. I reached for my bag and unstrapped it to look inside. I rambled through unimportant things and reached to the bottom of the bag. I felt a hard object hit my fingers and I immediately grabbed hold of it. I brought it up and stared at it. The title read ''Desire'' In such friendly writing. This wasn't a book i was familiar with.

Maybe I just took it for emergencies like I usually do? I think so. I opened it to the first chapter and ignored the false pages. I read the first paragraph silently to myself, completely mesmerized of the plot. I remember Reading this a few years ago.

It was about a girl named Zara, who's over-coming her teenage years. She had good parents but a bad childhood. She had a good school but bad friends. And her life was a mess, yet she had always looked like an optimistic, free spirited girl.

I remembered the chapter i'd left off of when I'd been distracted of school. I've been so focused on school work when i was 16 that i'd took a break from reading. But i've regained my missed years and enjoyed my reading habits.

I read the first paragraph of chapter six, admiring the authors wonderful words. I heard a muffled groan from Chresanto. I turned and saw him rubbing is eyes; he'd just woken up. I turned back around and continued reading.

''Karen? Are you still awake?" He called in a weary tone.

I didn't respond. Instead, I faced the other side again and kept reading. My eyes were heavy and i was starting to sleep suddenly. I put down the book and laid it next to me before nuzzling under the blanket.

The sounds of the rain grew louder and the lightning weakened. I felt a hand shaking my left arm. I turned and saw Chresanto widely awake. He removed his hand and pointed to something upwards. I followed his gaze and saw the tent was leaking.  Damnit.

''Well forget it. I'm tired and I'm not going out in the pouring rain if we have to.'' I complained. I went under the covers and surrounded myself with heat. Chresanto went and ignored my comment and lifted the blanket.

''Look, i just need your help to fix the tent so we can still live in it. I don't want to get wet as much as you, so--'' Before he could finish his statement, the tent had collapsed on us.

''Shit, man.'' He muttered.

''Now what are we going to do? We can't go out and look for materials when it's this dark! Oh my gosh are we going to die?" I over exaggerated.

He laughed and removed the tent from our heads. We both stood up and looked around. ''No, we are not going to die, Karen.''

''Then what're we gonna do? There is no time to fix this!''

''Well shit, quit yellin' for a second.'' He said. His accent coming in while he yelled. I raised my hands in sorrow and backed away from him. ''A'ight, chill then.''

''Okay. How about we just... sleep in the ship 'till morning? We can just build the tent then?" He suggested. He looked a bit confident.

I nodded. ''Yeah, that sounds good.'' I yawned.

We both headed towards the ship, and once we reached it, it was found to be completely full of water. Where did the water come from? I know it wasn't the rain because the ship is pretty tall. There was a little whole at the top of the rear. That must've contracted the water.

I cursed under my breath. Where else are we going to do. Wait, what about the little cave near the fountain? Isn't that where we could stay? I tapped Chresanto and he looked up. I noticed he took his shirt off, and his body glistened. Dang.

I shook him off and grabbed his arm. ''We can stay in the cave near the fountain!'' I suggested. He shook his head. ''There is water. It could risen from the rain. It's irrational.'' He said.

''No! It's many feet high, and if it gets high, we can swim out--''

''What about if we're sleep? We can die of drowning.''

''No we can't''

''Oh. So you're actually accepting to sleep there knowing the risks of dying, huh?" He rudely remarked. I scoffed.

''Well since you think you're such a survivor, do you have another plan?!"

''... As a matter of fact, I do. We could just rebuild the damn tent like i said we could in the first place.'' He said, trying to tame his anger. Well geez there is nothing to be mad about. He must have anger issues.

''Well you can do that. I'll go right along to the gigantic cave that will not flood and it is completely safe.'' He smirked and shook his head.

''You go on with that. Watch you'll be back here in a minute.''

I flicked him off. ''No I won't.'' I turned and grabbed a flashlight and a blanket before heading off into the woods. Forget him. I'll be okay. Watch, he'll be here, telling me the tent thing didn't work out. Then he'll learn not to be ignorant.

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(Sorry it's a little short. It's a filler.)

Do you think Chresanto and Karen'll be okay for the night? Comment and vote, please :)