The words burned my throat, rusty from misuse, and i resolved to say as little as possible. Timothy just looked at me, head cocked for a second as if the name sounded familiar. My hopes rose but he just shook his head and cleared his throat, " Why you attack?" he demanded, his face darkening dangerously. I merely stared ahead determinedly, I didn't know what to say. Timothy's brows came together and his eyes narrowed, grunting he retied my hands; knife held in one hand loosely but threateningly. He loped in that strange gait of his to the window and with one last glance at me leaped into the trees. I watched him swing off and though I was glad that I had found him I longed to be free to swing through the trees myself.
I must have drifted off to sleep, for a clattering of pots and pans awoke me. Instinctively I tried to jump up to flee or investigate but remembered too late where i was. I blinked frantically, it was night yet there was still light, was the woman in the kitchen magic? I thought incredulously, watching curiously i saw her walk around with a match lighting candles and i very nearly broke into tears, my father had gone around just like that 14 years ago the day before he and mother ventured out into the dense jungle, never to return. I was practically a savage. How could i have forgotten the warm comforting glow of a lamp? The woman had noticed i was awake and peered suspiciously towards me. Just then a loud trill turned her attention away from me. Still trembling from the loud noise, the same smell that had drawn me towards my home wafted again past my nostrils. My stomach growled and i gave an involuntary whimper at the familiar smell. The woman again turned towards me, curious this time. "Oh, poor thing, you must be starving," she crooned. She turned back towards the kitchen, and fiddled with something for a moment before turning towards me with a plate. Taking a deep breath she said, " Now, I'm going to bring you some food and untie your hands, but you have to promise me not to try and escape or anything...else," she trailed off looking warily at my feet. I blinked at her for a second before slowly, very slowly inclining my head. Her eyes widened, i don't think she thought i could understand. Walking towards me she gave a cautious smile and set the food tray on the floor. She knelt by me and withdrew a small sharp knife from the folds of her dress. It took a little sawing but finally my bonds were free.
I rubbed my wrists, massaging the blood back into my fingers. Slowly i looked up at the woman crouched in front of me; she seemed to be holding her breath. Very cautiously, as not to startle her, I lifted my hands palms facing her in the universal gesture of i mean no harm. Exhaling she gave a quick smile of relief, "Hi, I am Jane you must be Claire!" she said. I wanted so badly to snap, No I'm the other wild girl you have tied up in your living room! but i bit my tongue, remembering the pain just one word had caused. So i looked down at my food and tore in, making do with the shocked and appalled look on her face at my manners.
The next time i awoke i knew exactly where i was, in my family's tree house tied to a post and surrounded by strangers, except Timothy. I raised my lashes a centimeter and quickly shut them again against the too bright sun, i was used to waking to the filtered green jungle light, but here high above the earth no trees blocked the harsh, hot sun. I heard voices, Jane, Timothy, and the old man i had seen from the ground. I decided it was in my best interests to remain "sleeping" for a while longer. "...how you both could have lived in the same jungle for this long and have never seen each other," the old man said. "Big jungle," Timothy grunted simply. "Not want be found, not be found," he added. " And the way she attacked it was almost as if... no, it couldn't be it makes no sense," Jane said, practically to herself. "What is it dear?" the old man inquired. Jane squinted, looking confused. "It was almost as if... as if she was jealous." They all fell silent looking quizzical. I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on any longer. I peeked through my lashes and snarled in surprise. Timothy's face loomed in front of me. He gave a knowing, little smile, and then everyone was in motion. Going about their business as if i had imagined the whole thing.
The shriek of the teapot went off again and i knew i could not bear smelling that smell, once more without being able to have any. So, past caring if it gave anything away or how much it hurt, I moaned, "Tea!."
okay guys, sorry for not uploading for like forever but I'm a procrastinator and thats what we do. Actually the only reason i wrote this was because I'm supposed to be writing a paper before school starts, and plus its the favorite of all my stories, and i think its fun to write, but other than that.. hope you had a good summer :)