Set in the late 1800's. At the age of eight Max was shipwrecked, her family killed, now she lives on an island far from any form of civilisation. When a group of settlers come to her island she treats them like the rest, but it doesn't take long for her to realise they are special especially a certain 16 year old boy who she will grow to love. things stand in their way, such as Max's inability to speak English after being alone for so long and Fang's half brother Dylan who has decided that he likes Max too.

I watched them from the shadows as they unloaded all of their belongings onto my beach. I was so tempted to kill them right then but held back when I noticed two young girls climb off their floating contraptions. They were both dressed in the most ridiculous outfits I have ever seen, the dresses were so puffy and frilly it made me shiver. I shook my head as the oldest of the two, a red haired girl screamed and jumped about a foot in the air. Instantly three of the men ran over frantically looking for a threat but coming up empty, they stared at the girl in confusion before she started explaining. I was too far to hear what they said but it was easy to tell they were not too happy at her false alarm, shaking their heads the men walked away leaving the youngest of the girls to sit on top of a wooden box in a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. Deciding to move closer so I could hear what they were saying I silently crept through the thick brush expertly concealing myself behind a large tree.

"This is ridiculous, why did they bring us?" one of the girls whined and I rolled my eyes.

"Because sister dear as I recall you asked to come remember?" The other sighed.

"Well how was I supposed to know it would be so…" the first trailed off not too sure how to describe the island, my home.

"Wild? Uncivilised? So unlike home?" The second snapped. "That's why it's called the wild sister, that is why we came here in the first place, to find a new home."

I stopped breathing when I heard that. No way in hell were they ever living here! I almost jumped out and started yelling at them to tell them to get the heck of my island but restrained myself and settled for clenching my fists. I had had enough, I didn't want to hear any more of their discussion so without a word I ran off into the forest deciding to put them at the back of my mind and ignore them, they were not important, they would move on like the others had and would never come back.

That's what I was hoping anyway.

It had been several days since I had last seen the intruders but I paid them no mind, they didn't know a thing about my home and because of that I knew they would either be dead or leaving any day now. This was not a safe place that would easily kill you if you weren't careful and by the looks of the foreigners they didn't have the slightest idea about what they were getting themselves in to. So it was by chance that I stumbled into their camp that had moved into the edges of the forest but by some miracle no one saw me, it was empty for now and I could hear the distant shriek of laughter from the beach. Now I have always been a curious person and that will most likely get me killed one day but I couldn't help myself. I snuck into one of their sleeping arrangements (A tent) and frowned when I took in its contents. An odd looking thing sat on one corner, a round black thing sitting in the centre and an extremely weird gold thing curling up. What the heck was it? I wondered and moved to touch it when I froze.

"I will be right back! I left something in my tent!" A little girl's voice filtered through their camp and my eyes grew wide. Crap! No time to get out! I could hear the quick footsteps coming closer and I dived under a long structure taking up most of the left side (bed) seconds after I had done so the flap flew open and I could make out two small feet, they belonged to a child. But I hadn't seen any young children on the beach. How odd. The little girl hummed something to herself and dug around in a sack on top of where I was hidden. I didn't dare breath and waited for her to leave before I did so sucking in lung-full's of air. I climbed out of my hiding spot and noticed the contents of the bag had been tipped out. a collection of shells and rocks sat in a pile with something else beside them. Something tugged in the back of my memory but it wouldn't come, I tried so hard to remember but I just couldn't. I sighed and shook my head. I hadn't remembered anything in over three years why all of a sudden I do? I put that thought away and picked up the delicate object. It was vines weaved together with flowers decorating it that had already begun to wither (You know those flower crowns we all made when we were small? Yeah that's wat it is in case you didn't catch it), I felt sad that the flowers were dying but I didn't know why. I gently set it back where it was and bolted out of the camp not looking behind me. I chastised myself for even going near their camp, I swore I would never return, that I would leave them be and wait for them to leave but that promise was harder to keep than I thought.

I found myself wandering towards their camp four times in the following week. I internally shouted at myself when I realised this and instantly moved in the opposite direction. But one day I just couldn't help myself, I had to see them again. Stupid curiosity. When I closed in on the camp I heard a soft sobbing and with a frown peeked through a bush to find a small blonde haired girl sitting on the ground in her blue dress clutching the dead pile of vines that had been full of colour days before. I spotted one of the older girls walking towards her and shied away but only enough to hide in the shadows. The cocoa coloured girl sat down beside the little girl and pulled her into her lap, not caring about dirtying her pink dress.
"What is it Angela?" she asked stroking her bouncy blond curls. My heart sunk at the sign of affection something in me distantly remembering someone holding me like that years ago.

"It's dead." The little girl- Angela cried onto the girls shoulder offering her the dead vines.

"Aw honey, we'll make another one, I promise hushed the older girl but Angela shook her head vigorously.

"But Nudae it will only die too." Pouted Angela wiping away her tears and suddenly I felt like I needed to do something for this unknown little girl I had to make her smile. Slipping through the brush I left without them even knowing I was there in the first place.

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This is wat you end up with wen i'm bored on school hols and forced to read a stupid Afrikaans book. Things will be better explained in the next chappie so don't worry but I wud really like four reviews if you cud, I don't know how well this story is gonna go down but I thought 'wat the hey I thought Firefighter was gonna b terrible and it's almost got 800 reviews!' so I'm posting this anyway hope you liked it!

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