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Post by katrina clark on May 2, 2009 14:08:54 GMT -5
 
-- Kat left the other students at the crash site, she wanted to be alone as was feeling afraid and worried for her family back home; as this island was definitely not Lundy Island and they had indeed crashed on another island. Kat was holding her on board bag that had her favourite things in – some school books, cell phone, her journal and photos of her family. Her bag swung from side to side as she walked along the shoreline and every now and again she glanced behind her to see if anyone had noticed that she had left the group. When she felt that she was far enough from the group, she started to cry. You could say that she was embarrassed to cry in front of her fellow students as she had a repetition to protect; well that is what she thought. She fell to her knees onto the warm sand and as she did her hand released her bag and it landed on the sand with a small puff. She cried harder and she placed her hands over her face. This was not like Kat at all and she didn’t like it. She coughed, pulled herself together and wiped her eyes still sniffing. She pulled her legs from underneath her and drew them into her chest with her arms wrap around them. She needed to get down what she was feeling, as it was not doing her any good. She had to be positive, as the rescue planes could be here at anytime to save them and take them back to their love ones…
-- Her thoughts changed from what she was feeling to what her parents might be feeling, as she had not texted them saying the plane had landed safely. ‘I need to let them know what has happened’ she thought to herself, as she slowly unwrapped her arms and then pulled her bag open. She searched for her cell, she turned it on and waited patiently for it to find a serviceable network “Aaagghhh” she screamed. Her cell was not working; there was not serviceable network anywhere. She felt her eyes welling up again but instead of crying she threw her phone back into bag and removed her journal and photos. She slid her legs out straight and placed her journal on her knees. She stared at her photos for a few moments and thinking once more of her family. She had decided what she wanted to go to remove these feelings; she remembered something from an English class a few weeks ago. She opened her journal and began to write a letter; a letter to her family…
-- TAG -- Everyone, as it is open!
-- STATUS -- DONE!
-- WORD COUNT -- four two two words
-- MUSIC -- "The Host" by Stephanie Meyer!
-- NOTES -- My muse was alive...
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Post by chase parker on May 9, 2009 14:05:08 GMT -5
 The events that just occurred were still hard to swallow. The plane was still smoking a bit and everyone was standing around trying to think of something to do with themselves. Chase stood by the water's edge staring out to the sea. He looked back over his shoulder as to come back into reality. As he looked around he noticed that a fellow junior named Katrina had wondered from the group. He watched her as she walked down the coastline. She had stopped a ways down and fell to her knees. At the sight of this Chase turned and headed in her direction.
As Chase walked he kicked the sand beneath his feet. Why did this happen to him? He had always been a good kid and never did anything to deserve this kind of punishment. His parents probably thought he was in paradise having the time of his life right now. Paradise yes, fun ….not so much. His parents were the ones who convinced him to go on this trip anyways. They said it would be good for him seeing that by the end of the summer he would probably never see his classmates again. Then again, maybe this island wasn’t such a bad thing. If he was stranded here for a long enough time maybe he wouldn’t have to move to England. Chase quickly pushed that thought out of his head. They were going to be rescued.
He approached Kat silently. He walked up to her side and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. After a short moment, Chase let his legs go out from under him. He sat next to Katrina and stared out to sea again. He didn’t want to say anything that might upset her more. It was obvious she had been crying. No, instead he sat silently and waited to see if she wanted to talk. |
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Post by katrina clark on May 12, 2009 15:27:48 GMT -5
 
-- Kat was thinking of how she would start her letter. Would she start it with 'hey mom, dad guess what happened?' or 'Will I ever see you all again?' Neither were right. She had decided on 'Dear family'. As she wrote it she felt a hand on her shoulder. She didn't want to look, all she did was close her journal and continued to sit in silence. She sighed as she felt the person who had touched her shoulder sat down next to her and removed their hand. This time she had to look and see who it was. It was a he; it was Chase Parker; a fellow Junior. The Army Brat. He was looking out to to see, just the same she was doing previously. She looked back to sea and then she wiped her eyes. "Hey Chase..." she paused, wondering what she was going to say next "...how are you coping?" she continued, hoping that she had said the right thing. She waited for his reply, it left like hours not seconds. She wanted to cry again, but she knew that she needed to get through this experience and learn from it, but how will she learn from this? She looked at Chase and then as the sea again. She shivered and rubbed her hands up and down her amrs. It was starting to get cold...
-- TAG -- Chase...and everyone as it is still open!
-- STATUS -- DONE!
-- WORD COUNT -- 229
-- MUSIC -- Scooby Doo 2....bad idea!
-- NOTES -- Sorry its short Wintec, not feeling like my muse has arrived yet
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Post by chase parker on May 13, 2009 15:52:51 GMT -5
Seeing everyone around him upset made Chase want to feel the same way. He really wasn’t upset, he never felt upset about anything but everyone seemed to view this as a hopeless situation. It was hard to believe how quickly some people could give up. They had only been stranded on this island for a short time and already everyone saw no hope for rescue or even survival. As Chase’s mother always told him, “Good things come to those who wait,” maybe it would just take a bit of time before a glimmer of hope would show itself.
Chase continued to look out over the sea as Kat started talking. A long pause followed her greeting which was followed by “….how are you coping?” Honestly, Chase wasn’t stressed out about the whole thing, he was coping quite fine. After a long pause of his own Chase turned his attention to Kat. “I’m coping…..” he gave a small smile and then continued, “The question is, are you ok?” Chase looked down upon Kat’s lap at her journal she had obviously been about to write in before he sat next to her. However, he quickly looked back up.
The waves gently crashed against the coast in the silence. It was very calming. When Chase had lived in Hawaii every morning he would hear the ocean from his window. That’s what this place reminded him of. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t a wigged out, it felt like home. |
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