Here it is guys. I spent a lot of time editing this so there shouldn't be to many mistakes this time. Hope you like it, I will publish Chapter three when I get 30 read and the more votes and comments the better! :)
Jungle mysteries
"What the hell was that" exclaimed Jake.
Whilst running ( my ankle was feeling better now) towards the jungle I replied," I don't have a clue."
After about an hour of searching were all set to give up, when a history teacher (Richard Leonardo from Melbourne) yelled that he had found something and to come quickly. Everybody raced towards Richard to see what he had discovered. It was a dead, decaying boar; brutally murdered with the sharp blade of an American swiz army knife dating back to 1891. We knew this as the bloody knife was still tightly wedged into the boars limp, thick skin piercing through its lifeless heat. Everyone was tense and weary. A man who seemed to know what he was talking about announced smugly, "This cant possibly have been the object that fell and made that astonishing clatter. This animal was murdered when it was firmly on the ground. I am positive that what ever made that bang definitely wasn't this boar. It was something else. Also i should make the point that I am a highly trained vet in the state of Colorado and I can ensure you that this boar was killed around five to six days ago not an hour, " Amusingly, Jake whispered, " Mr know it all," consequently causing me to laugh then blush a deep scarlet when everyone looked at me is astonishment; attempting to find an explanation as to what i was giggling about and why on earth i was laughing like a hyena. Our situation was serious and not a laughing matter. Well at least that's what Mr know it all says.
"Everyone's shaken and tired we should all rest and go looking again in the morning when everyone is calm and refreshed," Jake ordered. One by one, people started to head back to the beach to rest. Whilst Jake and I were trudging back to the beach I was thinking about all of the questions that my insecure head was full of which were, momentarily unanswerable. Where did the knife come from? Who killed the boar? Why were they here? How did they get here? How Long have they been here? Many more flowed through my confused head. Until i slid into a deep sleep overpowered with fear, pain and questions.
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