i wrote something!

YAY! I WROTE A STORY which isn't finished! yeah, i just love cliffhangers... xD

It’s so quiet that her heartbeat sounds like a loud bass drum in her chest. She doesn’t know how she got to this abandoned island. She doesn’t know who she is or where she came from. Her last memory is of complete darkness and a longing to get back home, wherever that is. She sees the ocean surrounding her. Should she try to swim to the nearest populated land? No, she’s only a frail little twelve-year-old girl who is too young to get eaten by the ferocious sharks that patrol these waters. But if only she had a raft… There aren’t many trees on this island. If there were trees, at least she could build a boat of some sort and find other people. ‘That’s just a distant dream,’ she thinks. ‘I’ll be stuck here for the rest of my life, abandoned and starving, with no recollection of anywhere but here." A single tear falls from her eye as she stares out to what might possibly be her home. Drying her eyes on her worn-out shirt, she walks closer to the center of the island. There's a human handprint, larger than her own, in the sand. An abandoned fire pit is found right next to it. "Someone's here," she thinks.

 Hungry, tired, and thirsty, the girl explores her island home. It's not a very big patch of land, taking her only ten minutes to walk from one coast to the other. When she reaches the other coast, she's shocked: there's a huge cave, fully stocked with delicious fruits and fresh, purified water. She walks in and sits on the cold, hard floor, only to see someone walk out of it. It's definitely human, and when the shadow gets closer, she can tell it's another girl, a few years older than her. The stranger's eyes are an intense blue as they focus on the tired girl. "Who are you?" the stranger asks, in perfect English. "And what are you doing here?" The younger girl, finally remembering how to speak, replies, "I don't know who I am or why I'm stranded on this island." The older girl's glare softens, and she manages a smile. "All right, then. Just call me... Jane. It's a nice and normal-sounding name. I haven't needed a name for ages. I've been living on my own here for a while now, so it's nice to not be so lonely anymore. What can I call you? Kelly, maybe? Yes, you certainly look like a Kelly..." The younger girl likes the name Kelly, so she just nods her head quietly, mystified by Jane's suddenly loquacious manner.

 Kelly and Jane end up getting along fairly well, but neither of them has any recollection of a place to call home. Kelly finds out that the handprint and fire pit she saw on her first day here aren't Jane's because the hand is too big to belong to her. 'Someone else is here. Someone who could be the kindliest person ever, or a menacing stranger. I sure hope it's not a menacing stranger...' Kelly says to herself. Her thoughts are interrupted by Jane's footsteps. "Kelly. I need to show you something right now. Follow me." Jane sounds slightly elated and slightly overwhelmed, but her eyes still sparkle mischievously. Kelly follows her only friend into the cave that they called their home for so long. "We don't know this island as well as we think we do, Kelly," Jane says quietly as she leads her into the depths of the cave. The girls walk through a labyrinth of twisting, menacing hallways. "I've never been this deep into the cave. I was starting to get.... scared. That's why I asked you to come with me. For some reason, you make me feel safe." Jane's whispering now, clutching Kelly's arm in the darkness as she navigates along the passages. They keep on walking until they come to a huge boulder. "Doesn't look like an ordinary boulder to me," whispers Jane. Kelly nods in agreement, attempting to pick up the giant rock. To her amazement, it's as light as paper. "It's no real rock, probably a decoy," she whispers to Jane, putting the false boulder aside. There's another passageway, and Kelly and Jane follow it. It's not very long, but there's something surprising at the end...


If you read my fail writing, congrats.
I'm supposed to be practicing but E flat is really bugging me so I took a break and wrote a story.
Sigh.
Everyone always says, "Wow! Percussion is, like, totally cool and stuff!" Well, it isn't. Face it. I either have really fast notes which are impossible or sooo many measures of rest.
Lucky wind instrument people.