Chapter 12 – Duncan's POV
I never thought I'd be the one needing help from Princess. Fine if it was the other way around, but it isn't which makes the whole situation a lot worse than it probably should be in the first place. It's Courtney. The stuck-up C.I.T. girl that has been in my class for years.
I scribbled my name on some wood that they burnt a few days ago to signal for help, but I'm not sure it will get very far. The wood seemed too burnt to be able to read my handwriting, but I still did it, because it was all I could literally do. I honestly don' think they'll notice it. That is, if they are looking for me anyway. They couldn't find me, probably.
It's absolutely burning around here. There's not enough water, so we'll have to move out soon enough. I've heard them talking about trying to fluke it in a big city near here, but I think they know themselves they won't make it very far. Odds are they'll be caught if they do, and odds are we'll die of lack of water pretty soon if they don't see sense and actually go and get some from the city near here. But they seem like total idiots, and probably don't want to take the chances of being caught.
I've no idea where Courtney is and that's weirdly starting to bother me a bit. Usually she'd be in like…a library or some place, but um…I'm missing. I hope at least someone likes me at least a bit to go and look for me. I feel terrible that I actually want help, because I'm not really someone to ask for help.
A/N - (Update, note after NaNoWriMo completed) Something went wrong with this chapter, and I never really knew what.
