Alone
A/N: Hello, prospective story followers! This is my very first story I have EVER written. I've seen a lot of different works, but have never come across this type of story before. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and some reviews would be nice…you know, things I've done well, things I could do better, things I don't give a frak about…anyways, to the story!
Chapter 1
Blair loved the summer. Tanned legs, mojitos, spending time in the Hamptons. She would never admit it, but she loved it. And this summer started out the same way, until August 13, 2011.
She and Serena were spending some time in L.A. with CeCe, much to Blair's irritation.
"Seriously, S, we could have gotten five star poolside service back at the house. Do we really have to go all the way across the country?"
"Blair, if you do not stop complaining, I'm going to leave you stranded in the San Fernando Valley, so you can deal with much worse than CeCe. How do you like your cretins, stoned or dead?" Serena shot back, already regretting her idea to bring Blair.
Blair just glowered at the flight attendant explaining how to use the oxygen masks.
The plane ride was oddly quiet. Usually Blair and Serena were giggling all the way to their destination, but today Blair wasn't having any of Serena's usual chatter. She had originally wanted to go to Paris and visit her father and Roman, maybe travel down to Nice to get a nice tan and a matching European beau. But of course, Serena had insisted she learn how to interact with "normal society" as her friend put it.
The week in the city of angels could not have moved slower. To be completely honest, Blair had enjoyed herself a little; she was happy to be away from Gossip Girl and the bustling city and into a sparkling, sunny town where no one knew her.
Finally, Wednesday arrived and it was time to start packing. That night, Serena insisted that they go meet up with a boy she had met on the beach the day before. His family owned a yacht and was going to take them deep into the Pacific for some fireworks and underage boozing, away from the watchful eyes of the Coast Guard.
The gentle rocking of the boat unsettled Blair a little, but soon the waves became rougher, knocking chairs and tables over. She grabbed Serena and towed her inside, before a catastrophe ensued, as Serena was already unstable from tequila and Blair didn't want to be cleaning up vomit for the rest of the night.
"B, I was having fun," Serena giggled." Ooh! I know, you be Rose and I'll be Jack, and let's reenact that scene from Titanic!"
"S, I think you need to lay down for a while. You don't want to spew out all that tequila on your nice dress, do you?" Blair said in a condescending tone. It wasn't like Serena would notice, as she was currently examining a Swarovski crystal vase, after already tossing the flowers it contained.
Oh, God, she better not have taken something. She's practically catatonic. Blair thought.
"Blair, I'm…sleepy…" Serena was out like a light.
Suddenly, the boat jerked sharply. Blair decided she should get up and see what was going on, and maybe go locate some Dramamine while she was up. She shakily walked across the room to the door outside. AS soon as she opened it, the wind started whipping her around the starboard. She wasn't sure which way to go, as all thought process stopped when she saw a massive wave coming towards the boat.
Oh shit!
The water crashed all around her, roaring in her ears, and flooding her mouth and eyes. She felt herself being pulled in a direction, though she couldn't tell which way; she just hoped it was towards the way she came from. Another wave came crashing down as she tried to pull herself up, further pressing her onto the floor. She tried shouting for help, but more water just sloshed into her mouth.
"Get the buckets! Start moving the water out!" Someone far away yelled. Blair finally managed to get up and quickly found two life vests for herself and Serena. She put hers on just as the boat was struck by another wave, sending her toppling over the side of the boat.
The next thing she knew, she was in the middle of the ocean. It was calm; that was her first observation. The next was the feeling of pruned hands clutching something. She opened her stinging eyes and was nearly blinded by the sun reflecting off the water and realized she was still clutching the life vests.
She started looking at her surroundings. No boats in sight, no planes, nothing. Then she saw a small green patch in the distance. Land! She immediately started paddling; hoping seven years of private swim lessons would pay off.
She reached the island (or what she perceived as an island) by nightfall. She crawled to shore, screaming as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her. Nothing.
She screamed long into the night, tears streaming down her face from the strain on her throat. It wasn't until the next day that she realized it.
She was completely and utterly alone.
You like? There's a few kinks I'm going to work out, like inserting Chuck into the story (shouldn't be hard, this type of story is fairly predictable), and other works. Also, don't be thinking this will be totally predictable…I might pull a Life of Pi on everyone and develop man-eating algae or something on this island. Trust me, it's full of secrets! R and R s'il vous plait!