Heyyyy guys! :D New story maybe? I also won't be stopping my other stories either. :)
This isn't in the same universe as any of the other ones. Although there may be mentions of characters from other stories.
This is also my 2nd fanfic!
PLEASE R&R!
I was a lucky girl. I know it sounds stuck-up and braggy, but keep in mind, past tense, was. Then something happened- something that changed my life forever, and left my old life in the dust. To this day, I don't know if it was good change or not. But the best part is when-
Oh, wait, before I spoil the story, I think I should introduce myself, right?
I'm Caroline Jacobson, 14-year-old daughter of- oh, yeah, spoilers. I know, like that one American Girl doll. But I swear I'm not from 1813 or whatever year she's from, nor am I stealing her name. (I came first. I think.) Jet black hair, 5'8."
Let's get onto the story now before I spoil something.
So, here I was, on this island. Crazy, I know, right? It was off the coast of New York, owned by my super-rich aunt and uncle. (My parents were middle class. I had no money whatsoever.) They were retired but the island was an awesome place to be. They had kids (who had grown up), so they had a playground. I didn't have to act my age on the island. There was also a bridge connecting their island to a tiny island (which was as big as maybe a bedroom), which didn't have an official name. The main island wasn't that big, maybe like half a mile from the bridge to the other end. The main island was named Birch Island.
On the island, I could do basically whatever I wanted. My aunt and uncle had boats so I could go tubing. I couldn't drive the boats until I was 16 and had a license, though. Apparently that rule didn't apply to kayaks, though, since I could use those. And of course there was swimming. I wasn't the best swimmer, but I could swim. I wasn't good at kayaking or tubing either. My thing? SOCCER! But unfortunately, I had lost a few soccer balls to the ocean already and my parents had told me to stop kicking them around.
"Ahh, this is awesome." I smiled. I was on the dock with one of their boats in front of me. The other boats were on the other sides of the island. The dock also had a spot for people to sit and tables. I had a lemonade on the table to my right and a pencil in my right hand. I was doing a drawing of my best friend Jenna. I was a pretty good artist. I hated reading since I had dyslexia and ADHD. My leg was tapping the dock right now.
There was a light breeze blowing. My hair was blowing to my side, ponytail blowing to my right. My side bangs- also slanted to my right- weren't blowing though. The ocean waves softly lapped the shore, and I sighed. It was paradise.
I thought about my life as a movie. There'd be a pretty good chance my character would burst out into a song and dance, but I was an okay-ish singer and terrible dancer. My friend Celeste had always told me I was off-key, along with the choir teacher, but Celeste had said 'minor off-keyedness.'
"It's a perfect day." I sighed.
It really was perfect- it was sunny with a few clouds. It wasn't too hot or cold. The sun was shining. My parents weren't yelling at me about sunscreen since they were all in the house.
I had to say something. I'm stupid that way, I guess.
Dark clouds rolled in. The wind picked up and blew so hard my sketch pad and pencil flew into the ocean. I saw a bright flash- a flash of lightning. A few seconds later, thunder crashed. It got cold, and luckily I was sitting on my jacket, or else it'd have blown away. I zipped it up. The purple jacket actually went well with my jean shorts and the blue t-shirt underneath went with the jacket.
Something- like a gut feeling- told me to stay put. You know how you feel weird when you try and take something, but something tells you it's wrong? It was like that. So I just stayed put, wind whipping against my jacket.
"This wasn't in the forecast!" I shouted, shivering. "What happened?!"
Suddenly lightning struck the house. I could see fire. I screamed. If anyone had escaped, they would probably be almost dead. My parents could't swim well. My aunt and uncle were like 68. I was the only survivor- and probably not for long, since the entire danged island was COVERED IN TREES!
I quickly turned my head in the direction of the waves. The wind was making them higher and higher. My parents couldn't survive that. And no one would know what-
Maybe I can reach another island, I thought.
So I did something crazy. I ran into the ocean and began to swim. I wasn't going to give up yet!
When I turned around, I could see the island in flames. I was scared. More scared then when I was on my first day of school. But then I saw something- something bad.
The fire was burning its way down the dock. When fire hits gas, like the gas IN A BOAT, bad things happen like explosions and dead girls. It was only a matter of time.
"Mom...Dad...Auntie and Uncle, I love you!" I screamed. "I- I'll see you soon!"
Suddenly the waves got higher as if trying to put out the fire. The lightning didn't like that. It was like the sky and the sea were having a big disagreement about killing me. I hoped the sea would win. I hoped the boat wouldn't explode.
I struggled to keep my head above water. My clothes were soaking wet. I couldn't get my jacket off without drowning. I thought I was going to die.
The sky and the sea kept fighting. It was scary. The sky looked like it was winning until the sea rose. My head sank under. The sea immediately shrank back a little, letting me breathe. It was weird- like someone was trying to keep me alive for some reason. My family was gone, though.
While the sky and sea were fighting, the fires had crept over to the wooden bridge and began to burn THAT. It then got onto the tiny bedroom-size island and started to burn it. Both islands were covered in trees. I was maybe 40-50 feet away from the boat, and it was pretty deep. How I had gotten there in that amount of time? I had no clue. (I eventually learned why.)
Finally the sky must have gotten mad and tired of fighting or something. It just struck the boat's engine perfectly- like someone was controlling it. Something exploded and caused a bright light. It was like staring at the sun- not that I've tried, though.
I was able to scream before the force of the impact knocked me out cold, farther away from Birch Island, and I sank beneath the waves, hoping that I was right and the sea would protect me. I swore that if I survived, and someone did control the lightning, I might smack them in the and scream, "WHAT THE HECK?!"