I Tried

Chapter Three

A Cold Night

Megan's POV

(Present Time.)

After about an hour of El and James complaining, the two finally broke me down and we set up camp.

I thought we could still make it to a town, but I guess they didn't have strength.

Though, to be honest I don't think I did either. I just didn't want to hang out with this strange little girl anymore...

She kept looking at me like I was a freak. Which I was, but it still didn't feel nice when people pointed it out. But I guess I can't be too hard on her... I mean, I don't think humans are really used to monsters yet.

"Agh. I'm so tired" James said as he took off his backpack and dramatically collapsed on the ground. "Well I'm gonna die. It was knowing you all."

"Same to you, my friend. We'll make sure to have a nice funeral for you." El said as she started setting up her tent.

The little girl, who I think said her name was Heather, simply sat down beside El and watched. It still creeped me out how quiet she was. I grew up with three younger siblings and the only time they were quiet is if they were doing something wrong, or stealing my food.

"Can you launch fireworks at my funeral?" James asked in a dead serious tone.

"Yeah, sure." El said as she struggled with her tent. Every time she'd put down a pole another one would pop out of place. I almost wanted to help but it was too funny to watch.

Soon afterwards I set up all three nights while James made a fire. But after about 30 of his failed attempts I made the fire too. And when that was all finished the four of us sat around the fire, with the little girl sitting the furthest from me.

James brought out a pack of hotdogs and start cooking them over the fire. So I was glad he was doing something right. I just hoped he doesn't burn them...

"I'm cold." Heather complained.

"Well here, have my jacket." El said as she took out an extra jacket from her backpack. The jacket was a tad bit too big for her so Heather used it as a blanket instead.

I evnied El's kindness. Whenever me and my siblings went camping we'd just be rude to each other and we wouldn't ever dream of sharing anything with one another.

Heather nodded thankfully and curled up beside the fire. Her face becoming redder and redder in front of the heat.

"Well isn't this a lovely evening?" James said with a resuringly sarcastic tone. And as he spoke bitterly about our circumstances he finished cooking the hotdogs and started handing them out.

"If you like the cold it's lovely." El muttered as she started eat her hotdog.

"I don't know what you're talking abou. It's not very lovely at all." Heather said, stating the obvious and missing James's sarcasm. Which to be fair, I couldn't quite blame her for doing, because he's voice always sounds sarcastic.

James frowned and I could tell he wanted to agrue with her and say he was simply being sarcastic, but for whatever reason he only signed and took a bite of his hotdog.