When I opened my eyes, I was blinded by the bright sun. I reached my hand up to my face to block the sun. I shockingly took in my surroundings, trees of all different types, blue skies, salt in the air, the sound of ocean waves crashing up against the shore.
I got to my feet ready to explore only to be knocked down by a wave of dizziness. My stomach flip flopped and the throat began to fill with my last meal.
It appears that I had spaghetti and meatballs for my last meal. Not only was it my last meal, but it was also the last time I will ever eat spaghetti or meatballs.
Feeling satisfied, I slowly tried to stand again, this time actually being successful. Slowly, I moved one foot in front of the other, making my way towards the sound of the waves.
About two minutes, and an eighth of a mile later, I was on a beach. I kicked my rainbow Chacos off on the borderline between the beach and the forrest, and walked down to the water. I stopped just before my toes barely missed the water. One more step and my feet would be soaked.
Ever so slightly, I eased forwards until the water came up to my knees. I couldn't go much further without completely soaking my cutoff jean shorts that I got from American Eagle a couple of months ago while shopping with my best friend Corinne.
Corrine. The last thing I remember is being at Corrine's house watching Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows: Part 2. What happened after that, I couldn't remember. I must have fallen asleep or something. This must just be a dream, I thought.
"Isn't the water cold to you?"
I jerked my body around, splashing water all over me. Standing just in front of me, with his toes in the water, was a boy. He looked to be about seventeen years old give or take a few. His short brown hair was stuck up in the front, as if he had styled it that way. His eyes were staring deep into mine, a crooked smile upon his face.
"Who're you?" I responded a little too quickly.
"My name is Gage," said the boy. "When'd you get here?"
"A few minutes ago," I replied.
"And your name is?" He asked.
"Ummm..." I hesitated, "Macy. My name is Macy."
"Well, nice to meet you Macy. Follow me would you," He said more as a command rather than a question. So I did as he told me.
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Stranded
Teen FictionMacy has awoken on a mysterious island out in the middle of the ocean. Which ocean, she did not know. Alone, she was not. There were fourty-nine others with her, boys and girls. They all search for a way to survive working together in ways no one ev...
