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Chapter Two

"What do you want to be when you grow up, Pierre?" Mom's voice is foggy in my memory.

"A gourmet, Momma! What else would I be?" He adds the last part sceptically.

"What about you, Sora?" She asks me.

"I wanna be a super hero or. . . maybe. . .a bird! Yeah, a bird!" I cry happily.

"Stupid, you can't do that." Pierre tells me, annoyed.

"HEY! Are you alright?" A gruff, scratchy voice that sounded like it belonged to someone's grandfather broke my memory bubble.

Meh. It felt like my ears were full of sand and my eyes were cemented shut. But, hey, I was alive and that was the best that I could hope for. I opened my eyes and was instantly blinded by bright, brilliant sunlight. I saw sprawled on sparkling white sand that would have been beautiful excet for the fact that I was on it.

I was a mess. There was seaweed in my hair and I was sun burned from lying out on the beach. Water lapped at my ankles and I was proud to find that I still had my converse, bedraggled as they were, on. My bandanna was locked in my fist and my jeans were soaked. The holes that were ripped in the knees were much more. . . umm, noticeable but that was okay. My black and pink striped tank-top stuck to my body with water and sweat.

"Hey!"

"I hear ya. I hear ya." I moaned, pulling myself up into sitting position. "Man, what a storm. Where are we?"

"An island, little lady. Where are your parents?" The old man, I was right, questioned me. He wore a pair of faded blue overalls and a red bandanna around his neck. His face was lined and tough from sun damage. Definitely roughing-it material if not for the frailness of old age.

"My parents," I snipped without thinking about it, "are at home where they should be. I'm an adult and can take care of myself."

"I can see that." He observed, giving me a hand. "My, aren't you a tiny thing." He chuckled. "My, aren't you an old thing." I replied.

He nodded with a strange quirking smile on his face. I hadn't expected that. I was being rude, whether I meant to or not, and at home I would have been reprimanded immediately. "Well, let's not judge by appearances," he said kindly, "My name is Taro."

"I'm Sora. What happened to everyone?" I asked looking around worriedly for the other passengers. "Are they alright?"

He looked at me for a moment and scanned the horizon. "They all made it to life boats." He said and I sighed in relief.

"Would you like to meet my family?" He asked me and I nodded vigorously. Maybe there was somebody my age with them!

I bounded to the path leading off the beach, stretching my sore legs as I ran. Warm light consumed me and I was filled with the satisfied feeling that exercise usually gave me. It certainly was a beautiful beach. . .

"Felecia! I found another survivor."

"Oh, how nice! What's your name, dear?" Felecia was, in every sense of the word, motherly. She was pretty with redish pink hair pulled back into a bun that would make anyone else look strict or up tight but she just look relaxed; normal. Her eyes crinkled in the corners when she smiled and I thought of my own mom. My heart ached for a second.

"My name is Sora, mam. Taro told me there were others. . ." I said, looking around curiously. She ruffled my hair, a motherly act I wasn't fond of but would tolerate, and smiled at me.

"Elliot and Natalie are off exploring. It amazes me that we have to be stranded on a deserted island for those two to actually be within six feet of each other." Felecia sighed good naturedly. I smiled back and realized that she wasn't treating my like a little kid. I respected that.

"Exploring!?" Taro exploded behind us. We looked at him, "Those two don't know who or what's on this island!"

"Calm down, Father. This island is well. . . deserted. They'll be fine." She said, smile still intact but her tone was stifling.

"Yes, daughter." He said, his voice deflated.

"Hey, another pioneer!" came a voice. "Move, Elliot!" came another. Two people who looked around my age. . . well, you know what I mean, ran towards us. I found that I felt shy suddenly. I picked at my shirt that was now dry. I hoped that no one noticed the tiny bump that was a belly ring against the fabric.

"Hi, I'm-" The guy started but the girl broke in, "Aww! What a cute little kid!"

Err. Well, what did I want from the people? They didn't have birth records on everyone on the planet.

"Umm. . . I'm seventeen. My name is Sora." I said quietly.

"Even better!" The girl didn't skip a beat and she bounded over to me, pumping my hand up and down. "I'm Natalie. I'm glad there's a girl my age here."

Likewise. I needed friends if I was going to be stuck here. Wait a minute, opportunity had struck. I noticed a couple of abandoned buildings all over the sprawling green meadow that was the center of the island. Free house!!! I stared at the homes. Felecia and Elliot were observing a house that was nearest to us.

"I think we can make it work." she said to Elliot. He nodded and I noticed that he and Natalie both had their mother's pink-red hair. Elliot pushed a pair of wiry glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Doesn't look to stable to me." Natalie sniffed and I grinned at her.

"Hey, Sora! Come look at what I found!" Taro yelled father back away from us. I ran up to him.

"Yeah?"

He led me to an open space where more buildings than I had seen in the meadow stood clustered all together. A huge field separated them from a rock wall covered in moss. A large boulder stood in one of the corners. A river flowed along the far left side. I stared mouth agape.

"This place is so. . . COOL!" I gasped. It was a real live farm!

Taro laughed loudly and openly. I grinned as I raced out into the middle of the field. Rocks and grass and branches littered it but that could be taken care of.

"I was thinking maybe you'd like to-" He started.

"I CALL THE FARM!" I shouted.

He laughed again. "Then it's yours!" I pumped my fist. At least now I had some kind of direction in life. Taro went on to show me the territory and explained some farming basics.

For the first time, in a long time, I was content. That night I curled up in my new bed in my new home. Who knew what tomorrow would bring?

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