My finger tips are raw from tying the ropes in double knots around every log. The raft was coming along slowly, and by tomorrow, we would all be able to leave this island. Noah and Liam collected all of the wood, Emma and Emily found the rope, and Kolby, Taylor and I have been building the small raft. And we have been building for what feels like FOREVER! We have been tying these ropes for so long that I noticed that Kolby's fingers were bleeding.
"Take a break, Kolb. Your fingers are about to fall off!" I joked. He looked up and laughed harder than I had expected.
"Whats so funny?" I giggle.
"Well, your's are just as bad!" he exclaimed, staring at my fingers. I look down at the rope in my hands, which is smeared with blood.
"Oh, I didn't notice," I smirk. " Let's take a break everyone." Emma and Emily stop digging through the sand for ropes, Liam and Noah drop their logs, and Taylor, Kolby, and I set the raft down gently.
"What happened to your guy's fingers?" Noah asked.
"Rope burn." I reply. A few people nod their heads in satisfaction. I start towards the ocean to wash off my red stained hands when Noah starts to speak.
"How are we supposed to get on the raft and find our way home when we don't know where Alaska is?" he asked. I stop and turn around. I have a hard time thinking of an answer until I notice the logs with the memory spiders in them. I nod to it. Everyone turns and faces them.
"Who wants to go first?"
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A Place Called Home
Science FictionA group of friends don't know where they are or why they're there. The only things they know are their names and who each other are. A letter they found says they must find their way home. The only thing is, the world is filled with magic. Magic wit...
