Hello! I'm sooooo sorry for taking so long and for the result to be something as crappy as this! Yes, this was written on note and yes, I still only have a basic idea of what is going on! As some will know, note on the iPhone has some weird spell checks so anything completely crazy is me not checking thoroughly enough- so yep! Forgive the idiot :-( and enjoy her late night inspired work!
The first thing I know is the sunlight. It barges into my eyes, stabs my face like knives. I've never known such intense light before.
"Yer awake?"
"Dad?" I say, " Dad, where's mum?"
"Ah, lass. Don't you remember?"
Remember? Remember what? And then- the flames. The rain. The cold.
The crash.
" Is everyone okay? Where are we?"
" Don't worry about anybody else. We're alive." Dad gives me a halfhearted smile. "Now, get up, come on."
I'm stiff, and wet sand sticks to every inch of my aching body. My back stings as I straighten, examining my resting place. Huge palm trees stretch into the sky- I was sleeping in the one place there was no leaves above- the one place that the ground didn't look like a green stained glass window.
The plane lies, broken and smashed. A huge chunk has been eaten from its side. Parts of the plane are so singed and burnt that it looks like mud has been smeared along its side. Stunning waves lap on the beaches shore, sapphires melted and licking the sand.
That's when I see the bodies.
Bloated. Red. Swelling, hunched over, mouths trailing with blood. I take a hasty step back, into Dad. He places hands on my shoulders.
" Hey," he says , " it's alright."
"No." I say. " it's not ok." I spin around, look up into his grave face. " has ANYONE survived?"
"Of course," he says, " in the forest."
Those words. I dash round his side, darting back into the fractures of green and yellow. Looking for the bodies that still move and breathe.
It's not long till I find a little girl, lying face down in the sand. Her back rises with gentle movement. In. Out.
Next, a young man. He rests on a trunk, eyes closed. And then a girl about my age, her skin smooth and dark like chocolate.
There are more, hidden like pearls in the beach and forest. Enough, I think. Enough that we can survive.
We have survived.
I wake each one with a sharp kick in the legs. Only the children are spared with a flick in the cheek. Some splutter as they wake, some don't stir until later, rubbing their eyes as they are re-entered into the world.
I walk back to the place I found the little girl. Now, she sits cross legged, staring into blank space.
"What's your name?" I say gently, touching her arm.
" Camicazi." She growls, " and get your fingers OFF me."
" God." I say. She stares at me angrily. " Hands off, right!"
She sticks her tongue out at me and pushes herself of the ground. I realise now that she isn't actually THAT young... Just very little. Her hair is completely wild, springing out her skull like a firework of blonde and gold. Her eyes are amazingly blue, but the look she gives me is colder than ice.
I'm about to ask her where her family are when Dad starts shouting for me- and everyone else.
" Come on," I say, " we need to go."
"And what gives you the right to boss me around?" Camicazi snaps. " I think I'll sit here, thank you very much."
"Fine." I growl back. " you do that. I'll come back in a year and see how yer bones are doing."
" I could outlast the lot of you! I don't need you and your fat dad!"
I stare at her for a moment, open mouthed. What have I done? Was it something I said?
" Merida!"
I scrunch up my nose. " Sure you don't want to come?"
" Your name's Merida?"
"Yeah," I say, " what does it matter?"
"As in 'Hiccup' Merida?"
"How did you-"
" I mean 'Viking' Merida. That's what I meant." She gives out a shaking laugh. " Whose Hiccup? Never heard of him."
I look at the short girl again. Really look. Her eyes are shadowed with dark circles. Her eyebrows are thick and messy. Her lips are undeniably cracked, like mud after its been dry and hot for years. A thin scar runs underneath her chin, and her bones are visible under the skin of her thin arms. Her top is unfitted and far too big. Her jeans- or what's left of them- are ripped and torn unevenly around her ankles. Brackets of scratches lace her shins, like she's been climbing through thorns and wire. Following my eyes, she hastily tries to cover them up, glaring at me whilst she does. But the damage is done. She knows that.
"Come on," I say. " you can't stay here."
This time, she takes my hand.
The campfire spits out hot sparks of gold and orange. It shudders and warbles with yellow light, and Camicazi traces her fingers in and out of the flame. When she sees me watching, she quickly looks away and shoves her hands in those oversized pockets. Dad raises his voice above the chatter- we've gathered around. The ones that are left.
"Let's asses what we know," dad says. " how many of us are there?"
The dark skinned girl points to each of us in Turn, counting as she goes.
"One," she says, in a distinctive American accent, " two..."
It turns out, there are twenty in total, out of the first 110. I don't know how some died- we seemed ok when we landed. But I do know I blanked out. Anything could've happened when I was gone. I'm not sure I want to know what.
" 20. That's enough," Dad says, " safety in numbers. I say we take a vote. Who thinks we should stay here and build a... Hut?"
" BORING." Camicazi drawls. " What else?"
" We could go hunting." I suggest. Camicazi nods her head viciously.
" Too dangerous." Says the girl, " How about exploring?"
" Who are you, anyway?" Camicazi demands.
The girl laughs softly- she's very pretty. Dimples form on her cheeks as she giggles, and her eyes are soft and strong.
" I'm Tiana." She says.
" Well, Tiana." Dad says, " I like your idea. We could look for food, too."
" Great idea! Cooking's just ma thing!"
Camicazi rolls her eyes.
"Wait," says another. He has a squint, askew glasses and jet black curls of hair. Arms like spaghetti- tick. Legs like twigs- tick. A weakling is in the building!
"can't someone stay and build? Some of us might not be so good at... Running."
" And what's your name, young man?" Dad scowls.
"Fishlegs!" Camicazi giggles "has to be! I mean, look at him!"
"Hey- wait-" the boy begins. A faint blush grows on his cheeks, and I can't hold back a chuckle when his already wonky glasses fall further of his nose.
" Great idea, Cami!" I say, " Fishlegs it is!"
" Merida, lass," I think Dad is going to reprimand me for a moment, but then he just laughs and shakes his head. "Fine, Fishlegs, me boy. You stay with the other children. The rest of us... Lets go."
It's kind of stupid. People DIED. Yet in moments, we've elected a leader and are walking out into the unknown. We've already pushed away the thoughts of the lost. And then-
" Camicazi," I say, as we get up, " where are your parents?"
She brushes her arm off, and looks up at me.
" Back home."
" Then why are- why are you here?"
"The same reason you're here." She says. " Hiccup."
" What do you know?"
"Nothing." She averts her eyes to the ground, and begins to follow my father into the undergrowth. Her feet are small too, and her boots are worn. She doesn't look at me when she finishes her sentence. I think she's embarrassed. Embarrassed about whatever she's done. Acting on so little. Looking for so much more.
" I know nothing," she repeats. "That's the whole point."
So how many mistakes can you find? About a trillion? Anyhow thanks to any reviewing or following or favouriting! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
Oh, and Fishlegs as in book version. I think I might love the books more than the movie- which one do you prefer? Camicazi is SOO cool!
Sorry. Inner fangirl unleashed.
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