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Chapter 1
Kate walked down the beach. She passed the empty tents and abandoned sleeping bags. The sky was gray, a sure sign of rain. Most of the castaways went to the caves when ever it rained. Only the ones who had the better shelters stayed on the beach. Kate's tent was really bad. It was only a ripped up piece of tarp tied in between two trees so she usually went to the caves. But today she felt like staying at the beach.
She walked up to where her tent was but nothing was there. She looked around but there was no sign of the tarp. Whenever anything went missing one word came to everyone's mind. Sawyer. She walked to Sawyer's tent which was on the opposite end of the beach
Kate went up to the tent and threw back the flap. "Where is it?" She demanded. Sawyer was sleeping and he just rolled over like he didn't hear her. She picked up a rock from the beach and threw it at him, hitting him right in the head.
"That wasn't very nice, Freckles." He said sitting up and putting a hand on his head.
"Where is it?" She asked again picking up another rock.
"Where is what?"
"My tent." She threw the rock at him but he caught it.
"That sad tarp you call a tent? Haven't seen it. Why did it just get up and walk away?"
"I know you have it," She said "and I'm gonna get it back." She pulled on the corner of him tent causing it to collapse on top of him.
"Shit!" he yelled crawling out from under the polls and blankets. Kate was walking away. He ran after her and grabbed her arm forcing her to turn around. "What the hell was that about? I said I don't have the goddamn thing."
"Sure Sawyer." Kate said trying to pull away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go." She said kicking him in the leg.
He let go of her arm as her fell to the ground. She began to run but something in the water caught her eye. She stared at it. Then she realized what it was. It was a boat. Sawyer had seen it to. He looked up at her.
"Guess you won't need that tent after all."