Castaway Island

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Sam and I share up on the blanket. It's awkward at first but, as the night gets colder and colder, we come closer even more. When I wake up, I am screaming. Sam tries to calm me. "Cici, stop!!" Sam pleads with me. I do but, only after getting a pail of water in my face. Oh, Oh no! I don't have to be a country person to know that was not water. And now I am drenched in the stuff. "Coconut juice," Sam grins "good for you." I give him my most horrible, mean look I can. "Jerk!" But I don't mean it. "You could've woken up the cannibals," he starts "their nocturnal you know!" I roll my eyes. "Hey, is there any left in there?" I ask. I am seeking revenge. But, unfortunately Sam sees through my plan. "Not for you!" He says with a laugh. He is bringing it up to his lips to drain the juice away. I snatch the canteen away from him. Before he can do anything, I pour the remaining milk on top of his head. "Hey!" Sam lunges at me. But, it is too late. I am at the bottom of the tree already. He chases me all the way to the beach. Even though we are trying to look serious, we laugh really hard. My sides hurt! I plunge into the water with Sam at my heels. We play water tag. We play Marco-Polo. Then I see it. There is a boulder about 35 feet from where we are swimming. "Look Sam," I call "a diving place!" "No," Sam exclaims, when I swim towards it. He smiles. "That's for special occasions." "What do you mean?" I ask. I'm curious. "Birthdays and stuff!" Sam says almost defensively. "Birthdays." I say thoughtfully. "My birthday is June 7th." He looks at me "Around this time of year!" This brings back a whole new flashback- Someone is hugging a cute 6 year old girl. The girl is wearing a blue tiara and a tree outfit. She is showered with gifts. But the best gift of all is a cute snow globe. The truth is the only thing she got that she wanted was snow globes. The weirdest gift was a snow globe of a person with a spear through their heart. The person was on an island. It was weird but-Opps. I had another flashback. Sam is looking at me weirdly. "Uh...maybe today is my birthday." I say trying to make myself look less weird. "How old will you be?" He asks. "Well I'll be sixteen years old." What have I had to celebrate lately? Nothing. I imagine a red birthday party. The table cloths, the lights, even the walls. I would wear my red dress that changes to blue in the sun. And I would wear my cute, red flip-flops. Even my friend's not-so-sharp boyfriend would be invited. "Cici, Cici?" Sam looks annoyed as if he had been saying my name over and over. "What?" "We could go up to the boulder for your birthday tomorrow." I will have my sixteenth birthday on Itchy Island. OK the name stinks. I'll think of a different name later. I laugh and splash him "OK!" "You don't want to go there," Sam says, matter-of-factly. We splash back in forth until night. I don't want this to end. But, when Sam swims to shore I follow. Sam walks toward the jungle. I flop onto the sand. "I'll see you later cause, I'm staying on the beach." Sam looks at me like I'm crazy "I can't leave you here." I glare at him. "You left me here for the first couple days so don't go saying that." He looks away, ashamed. "I didn't know you then." I am mad. "Even so you don't leave a fellow castaway to die by cannibals." He is still looking away "I thought the cannibals wouldn't get you from the beach." I stand up. "What exactly made you change your mind?" He shrugs. "Sorry," he says "I wasn't sure what to do at first." I flop on the sand again. "I'll stay with you," Sam starts "just in case."

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When I wake up I am alone. I panic like that first day. He is probably getting breakfast. I stare into the sunrise. The sun is orange, the sky a rainbow. I decide to think about my feelings for Sam. Love? Hatred? Fear? Love, definably but, what kind? This is frustrating me. I owe this guy my life. That’s it. I’m leaving for good. It’ll be better for the both of us. Staying in the tree house would be selfish (and boring). “Good-bye, Sam,” I whisper to the emptiness, “but, this gal’s got to go.” Hey, how hard can it be? Besides, if all else fails, I still have my nail polish.

NOTICE

I’ve made a few changes to the book. So…Just giving you a heads up! By the way, this is your future….you will say hi to someone in your lifetime…Unless you don’t. See? Aren’t my talents amazing? Vote and comment please! Also…Should I add aliens? O.K I will! Unless I don’t. Umm… See ya. Actually maybe not. O and if you fan me and I forget to fan back just tell me and I’ll fan you. Also don’t read: The Egypt Mystery. It sucks. And I wrote it…