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By the way my characters name is pronounced Cora.

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"Quorra. Quorra Bruno."

"Quorra Bruno. Nice name."

"What's your name?"I asked throwing the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Sawyer." he said hesitantly

"Sawyer?" I asked incredulously. "What kind of a name is Sawyer?" I laughed. I now realize that doing that was not a good idea. The smirk that inhabited his face before was now replaced with a deep frown. Great I just offended the guy.

"What kind of a name is Quorra?!"

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like-" I was Abruptly cut off.

"You know what? How about you take your sorry ass somewhere else and stop buggin' me! Go on get! SHOO!"

I quickly got up and tried to get away from him as fast as my legs would allow. I wandered around the beach for a while trying to find something to do and at the same time trying not to piss anybody else off. Sawyer, if that is his real name, really needed to get that stick out of his ass and lighten up a bit. The guy was so easily offended. He totally over-reacted. I really hope the rest of the people on this island aren't as up tight as that guy was or I just might end finishing myself off. Why should I care anyway. It's not like I'm gonna be here for very long anyway. I hope rescue comes soon. I soon found myself standing in front of the guy in the suit. Well he wasn't wearing a suit anymore. He now had a white T-shirt.

"Hey... Um I was wondering if you could take a look at my arm?"

"Right. Yea." he answered gesturing for me to sit down. Thats when I noticed a man with a piece of shrapnel sticking out of his side. He didn't look like he was doing to good. I wasn't hopeful that he would make it.

"Is he gonna be alright?"

"I'm not sure. Can you take off your sweater so I can look at your arm?"

"Oh right." I shrugged out of my black hoodie leaving me in only my Grey v-neck T-shirt. He then started inspecting my arm. I realized I still didn't know his name. "So... How bad is it?"

"It doesn't look infected and it's not too deep but you will need stitches." He reached over for a sewing kit. "Any color preference?"

"Black's fine." I laughed. "Hey I still don't your name."

"It's Jack." he splashed my cut with a mini bottle of alcohol and sterilized the needle as well. "And your name is?" he asked as he started stitching up the cut

"I'm Quorra."

"It's nice to meet you Quorra." He finished up with my arm and then extended his hand towards me.

"It's nice to meet you too Jack." I took his big hand in my much smaller one. "I wonder what's taking the rescue party so long."

"I'm not sure but they'll probably be here soon. Don't worry." Just then there was this really loud noise coming from the jungle. It sounded mechanical but then at the same time it sounded like an animal was howling. Both Jack and I looked at each other and we got up and ran towards the jungle and gathered around. Many other people on the beach gathered around and watched as something was knocking down the trees.

"Did any body see that?" Asked Claire. Who didn't see that?!?!

"Yeah." Said Hurley with a slightly dazed look on his face. Everyone watched confused, shocked, and scared as the noise continued and as the trees kept getting knocked down. Some guy with blond hair and a black hoodie decided to break the silence.

"Terrific." He said sarcastically.

What the hell was that? Where were we? Was anybody going to find us?

After that I really doubted I could go to sleep so as the crowd dispersed I went back to where I was recently sitting and grabbed my sweater. I walked around the beach trying to find a place to lay down and just think about the crap day I just had. I finally found a nice place after searching for about ten minutes. It was away from everybody else which probably wasn't a very smart thing to do considering what I had just witnessed not too long ago. But right now I just really needed to be alone.

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