~Genre: Fiction, fantasy
2
Alex
“Are wewe okay?!” I asked as I rushed to Zaria and Iris.
“Somewhat,” Iris alisema giving me a shaky smile, while Zaria replied. “Define okay.”
I helped them out of the water, they were soaked, and kept on slipping. Which led me to fall into the water.
“Sorry,” Iris said, looking at my now wet clothes sorrowfully.
“It’s okay let’s just get out of here.” I said, pulling them toward the ground.
“Wait!” Zaria exclaimed, swimming towards something…was that a book?
Iris and I watched as she snatched the book and swam back to us, I shrugged and then helped towed them toward the edge. Stilere was there and helped us all.
“That was crazy, wewe guys are soaked! Thank God your okay,” she alisema hugging us as we reached the safely to the shore.
“It was so bizarre,” Iris alisema softly, looking at the waters. “The lightning hit right where the book came, and then the book appeared, and when we held onto it…the storm just…”
“Stopped.” Zaria said, studying the book.
“You may just be tired,” Stilere reasoned.
“We can talk about this later.” I said, stopping a fight. “But right now we need to get out of here, and find our way home, we missed the bus.”
“If we missed the bus then how can we get home?” Stilere asked.
“I can call my mom,” Iris offered, “she’ll understand.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Zaria said. “Come on, let’s go find the others.”
“Still in the cave, wanted to make sure the coast was clear.” I alisema as we made our way.
As soon as we entered screams filled the cave, the girls were jumping up and down and the guys were trying to look manly but showed that they were extremely relieved.
“We thought wewe were goners!” Edith shrieked. “It was a miracle we made it here in time!”
“Okay, girly squeals that will forever damage our hearing later, getting out of here safely and quickly, now.” I say, and everyone nods feverishly in agreement.
“How about we take the bus?” Darren cuts in. “I saw one on our way here.”
“But calling her mom means no money,” Stilere informed.
“Oh my gosh! My parents are going to kill me!” Terry bellows, covering her face with her hands. “The school’s gonna kill us! Did they even know were gone?”
“We can’t be sure,” Zaria says. “There’s nine of us here, maybe?”
“Let’s just get out of here before something else unwanted and bila mpangilio comes,” Abe grumbles, brushing his dark hair from his eyes.
“I agree,” Brooklyn pipes up, her accent making her sound zaidi hysterical.
“Then let’s go!” Mikey yells, dragging us out of there.
_A few agonizing dakika later_
The school had noticed our diassapearance, the dakika Iris called her mom she freaked and called the police. Later we learned that our dissapearnce was displayed on the news, and they demanded to know what happened.
But how could we tell them we were just lounging kwa the beach, pwani when a storm hit? I thought that was suicide, but Brooklyn did not.
She explained everything I waited for the laughter, but all we got was puzzled glances.
“Look if wewe don’t believe us, we can onyesha wewe our scars.” Edith told them, inaonyesha them an oscar worthy special effects scar she got from the storm.
The police men eyed us suspiciously. “There was no storm kids, people that lived close to that area didn’t get any ‘storm’ wewe described.”
“But it happened!” Abe yelled. “We didn’t make it up! It really happened!”
They shook your heads, “our guess wewe guys got knocked out kwa a hit and run and tossed to the ocean, unless wewe were purposely causing harm to yourselves.”
The police men eyes our still wet closthes, they were a little dry, but an indicator that we were wet.
“Look I think something got slipped in your drink, au your playing us. But why you’d cause yourself that much pyshical harm is unlikely, so wewe guys were probably drugged.”
“But-”
“Let’s get ya’ll to the hospital.” The police cut us off and despite our protests put us in there cars and drove us to the hospital.
But it sure didn’t feel like it.
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2
Alex
“Are wewe okay?!” I asked as I rushed to Zaria and Iris.
“Somewhat,” Iris alisema giving me a shaky smile, while Zaria replied. “Define okay.”
I helped them out of the water, they were soaked, and kept on slipping. Which led me to fall into the water.
“Sorry,” Iris said, looking at my now wet clothes sorrowfully.
“It’s okay let’s just get out of here.” I said, pulling them toward the ground.
“Wait!” Zaria exclaimed, swimming towards something…was that a book?
Iris and I watched as she snatched the book and swam back to us, I shrugged and then helped towed them toward the edge. Stilere was there and helped us all.
“That was crazy, wewe guys are soaked! Thank God your okay,” she alisema hugging us as we reached the safely to the shore.
“It was so bizarre,” Iris alisema softly, looking at the waters. “The lightning hit right where the book came, and then the book appeared, and when we held onto it…the storm just…”
“Stopped.” Zaria said, studying the book.
“You may just be tired,” Stilere reasoned.
“We can talk about this later.” I said, stopping a fight. “But right now we need to get out of here, and find our way home, we missed the bus.”
“If we missed the bus then how can we get home?” Stilere asked.
“I can call my mom,” Iris offered, “she’ll understand.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Zaria said. “Come on, let’s go find the others.”
“Still in the cave, wanted to make sure the coast was clear.” I alisema as we made our way.
As soon as we entered screams filled the cave, the girls were jumping up and down and the guys were trying to look manly but showed that they were extremely relieved.
“We thought wewe were goners!” Edith shrieked. “It was a miracle we made it here in time!”
“Okay, girly squeals that will forever damage our hearing later, getting out of here safely and quickly, now.” I say, and everyone nods feverishly in agreement.
“How about we take the bus?” Darren cuts in. “I saw one on our way here.”
“But calling her mom means no money,” Stilere informed.
“Oh my gosh! My parents are going to kill me!” Terry bellows, covering her face with her hands. “The school’s gonna kill us! Did they even know were gone?”
“We can’t be sure,” Zaria says. “There’s nine of us here, maybe?”
“Let’s just get out of here before something else unwanted and bila mpangilio comes,” Abe grumbles, brushing his dark hair from his eyes.
“I agree,” Brooklyn pipes up, her accent making her sound zaidi hysterical.
“Then let’s go!” Mikey yells, dragging us out of there.
_A few agonizing dakika later_
The school had noticed our diassapearance, the dakika Iris called her mom she freaked and called the police. Later we learned that our dissapearnce was displayed on the news, and they demanded to know what happened.
But how could we tell them we were just lounging kwa the beach, pwani when a storm hit? I thought that was suicide, but Brooklyn did not.
She explained everything I waited for the laughter, but all we got was puzzled glances.
“Look if wewe don’t believe us, we can onyesha wewe our scars.” Edith told them, inaonyesha them an oscar worthy special effects scar she got from the storm.
The police men eyed us suspiciously. “There was no storm kids, people that lived close to that area didn’t get any ‘storm’ wewe described.”
“But it happened!” Abe yelled. “We didn’t make it up! It really happened!”
They shook your heads, “our guess wewe guys got knocked out kwa a hit and run and tossed to the ocean, unless wewe were purposely causing harm to yourselves.”
The police men eyes our still wet closthes, they were a little dry, but an indicator that we were wet.
“Look I think something got slipped in your drink, au your playing us. But why you’d cause yourself that much pyshical harm is unlikely, so wewe guys were probably drugged.”
“But-”
“Let’s get ya’ll to the hospital.” The police cut us off and despite our protests put us in there cars and drove us to the hospital.
But it sure didn’t feel like it.
*Thanks for reading! Please review, fan, and don't copy. Really appreciated :)*
That if we believe in our souls
Then the doubt that we will fail
Will melt away
We must believe
There's no better time to do this
And we shall never give up
Because a helpless creature is dying
We shall help the creature
And if we come together and sing
All hope will become stronger and stronger
Like a candle building flame
We shall care for it
We shall be its shoulder to lean on
We shall never give up hope
If it dies, I die with it
It shall survive
If we give up all our hope
Nothing ever shall be alive again
The hope still blazes
Inside of each and every one of us,
And we believe that we will
Defeat our obstacle
There will be nothing to fight us
After we look inside ourselves
And find our strength
I have a dream,
That my little amazing creature
Will survive and get a new leg
It shall not die.