Was up my nerds. I know my chapters are SUPER short. I've been trying to fix that. But anyway yeah, blah blah blah. I'll let you read my story. P.S. super story twister next chapter! Enjoy!
Fionna….
For the next week I've sat on the beach thinking about my parents and brother sitting there in the tree hut. Marshall offered to have a burial but I thought it would be best if we just left them alone and found a way off this horrible island. I had so many questions answered. Why was I found in a basket in a stream? Because my parents put me there. Why did I have this bunny hat? Because my parents gave me it. Why couldn't I find them over the past 17 years? Because they were dead on an island in the middle of nowhere. One question remains. Why didn't they put Finn in the basket with me? Or maybe even given him his own? Instead he died in my parents arms. I figured today was going to be the day I stopped moaping around and face reality. I get up out of the sand and walk over to Marshall Lee, who is resting under a tree. I jump on him and start giggling. He freaks out until I get in his face and he freezes, then smiles and kisses my nose.
"Let's go swimming! I need some exercise. Last one to the beach is a rotten mushroom!" I said, quickly getting up. He grabs me and holds me to the ground and runs off without me. Chasing him, I enjoy the wind blowing through my hair and the sun on my back. Before he can get in the water I jump past him and make a huge cannonball. I stay under for a minute waiting for the moment to strike. He wades in looking for me and I pop up in front of him. He "accidentally" puckers his lips to touch mine. Not really a kiss, but enough to make him blush. I giggle and we chase each other through the gentle waves. Soon it is dark enough to Marshall to leave the umbrella on the beach. I start to wonder if they had music back when humans ruled the world. Curious I ask,
"Hey Marshy, is there any songs from before the war you remember? The music today is kinda, well, candy peopleish. I want something human." I smile just thinking about it.
"Well today is the 25th of December. Before the war today was a day called Christmas. Children would wake up to presents under a Christmas tree left there by Santa Claus and their parents. I've told you about Santa before. Well people would be so happy that they made songs dedicated to Christmas. I love this one song so much even after all these years I've never forgotten it. It's called White Christmas." He sounded like a child reliving his past. Soon he started humming and led me to the beach where he held out a hand, offering me a dance.
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten, and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases, be white," He song softly. I got lost in the song, in our dance. I went back to that place and played in the snow with the other children. The place, now gone, and replaced by new creatures those humans would've never imagined. Humming, Marshall dipped me and our faces were inches apart. My heart fluttered as I thought he was going to kiss me. But he only smiled and lifted me back up. We kept holding hands as we walked back to camp and fell asleep. Only tonight, the ground didn't seem so cold.