During the night, I was kind of thirsty and we were out of water. I had to walk to the stream to fill a bucket, and on the way there, I saw something. There was some sort of rock flying in the air. I thought that it maybe it was a meteor. Whatever it was, it hit my head, I was knocked out, and I fell into the stream.
I was out cold, and lost. By lost, I meant in the darkness of my mind. Everything was black, and I felt like I was falling deeper and deeper into it. I finally heard something. I wasn’t sure what it was, but then I heard it again. Whatever I was hearing, I guess it was a light for me to follow. I kept hearing someone saying my name. Then I realized there was two voices. I heard two voices starting to yell my name. Then another light popped up, so I followed it. All of a sudden, I felt little drops falling on my face. I wasn’t sure what it was, but then I recognized the voices. It was Kyo and Ryoma’s voice. They sounded upset, really upset. I thought maybe the drops I kept feeling were their tears. I finally came to my senses when I heard them scream my name.
I opened my eyes and realized I was outside still, soaking wet. Everything was still kind of hazy, considering I had just woken up. I saw the guys, crying really hard, tears soaking me even more. Kyo was holding me up and Ryoma was on the other side, covering his face in pain. I saw them, in pain, and they couldn’t even open their eyes to see that I was awake.
“You… you guys?”
“Sakura…? Sakura! You’re okay! Oh my god, you scared us to death!”
“Princess, please, never do this to us again. We thought that you were dead, which scared the crap out of us.”
“I’m fine, just kind of dizzy. I think… I think I’m going to…”
“Sakura? Sakura!”
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The Mysterious Island of Lost Treasures
Novela JuvenilSakura has been stuck, alone, on an island with her only friend Rick the coconut. One day, she finds some footprints that don't belong to her. That's when she makes a new friend. After her and her new friend Kyo have some fun, a storm comes, bringin...
