Deserted!

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Jade is a 16 year old girl who got washed up on Kitterland. She loses everything, including her beloved best friend Victoria. Can she possible survive?

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2. The First Death

 

 

After a long hour which felt like forever, we finally got washed up on a shore. “Where are we?” Victoria mumbled, rubbing her head. She had been unconscious for a while, but she was recovering consciousness now. “We’re on an island,” I reply, gently pulling Victoria up to move her to a safer place. “Is it Hawaii?” Victoria joked, laughing feebly. I laughed at her joke, “No, it’s a cold and murky island. I actually have no idea where we are!” I told her, still laughing. She started to whimper, “Why are we here?” she asked. “Well, a wave completely smashed our boat in pieces and we got washed up here,” I explained. “I told you.” She sighed, and then she started coughing again. But this time it was serious, she was coughing up blood. “Tori!” I panicked, struggling to help her. “Sorry Jade, I know that I will die,” she whispered weakly, “You were the most amazing best friend a girl could have. Go and make the most of your life,” she started coughing up blood again before starting to mumble so quiet that I could barely hear what she was saying, “Also tell my parents that they mean the world to me,” “I will” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “And I want you to have Coco, my beautiful spaniel dog. I will miss you,” she mumbled, before closing her eyes.

My eyes were fixed on Victoria’s face, “I’m sorry. It’s my entire fault,” I whispered, before giving her limp body one last hug. I stood up and I kicked a stone away in frustration, that it was my fault. I felt like Victoria was right behind me, laughing so I kept looking behind me but she wasn’t there. I felt so alone for the first time ever in my life. I sigh and I picked up a long and broad stick nearby, then I slowly dug away at the soil near a bush of flowers. After a long while, I had a grave for Victoria. I dragged Victoria gently to the grave, not wanting to hurt her. I carefully placed her in the grave, and I picked a flower from the bush. Placing the flower in her clasped hands, tears streamed down my cheeks. She was only 16. But it was life; everybody will die eventually. I remember what Victoria always told me. She hated One Direction, unlike me. I adored One Direction, a band that is famous worldwide. She used to say, “Why do you like One Direction? They will never love you,” “Why do you breathe? You are going to die eventually,” I used to reply in a sarcastic voice. But now, I regret saying it. I sigh, and I realize that I still have my phone in my skinny jeans’ pocket. Taking it out, I tried to switch it on. It worked! Well, it was a Nokia and Nokia phones are tough. It hardly had any battery left, so I hurriedly called my mum.

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