Sunday, January 26, 2014

Lost-Part Two

I sit down on the hard bed that was so different from my warm comfy bed at home. I was in a tent that was like a tepee but better because there was actually a sorta door that shuts so we had privacy in case I had to change or something. A avatar was right next to me that had a lot of tools on her cart." This must be the injured section". I thought in my head. Tara was right next to me holding my hand.  

"What are your people called"? I said starting to get sleepy."They're called Anamorfs. Tara said.    "What are Anamorfs"? I said curiously. "They are people who can turn into anything they want to disguise themselves". Her voice was starting to fade and I was going away from this strange land....Jack! Jack! Wake up! My eyes slowly opened and I saw Tara's beautiful face staring in my eyes. "Your foot is fixed"! She said excitedly. "Really"! I said more happily than ever. I looked down and my leg was covered in white liquid. "What the heck is this stuff"!? I said disgustingly. "Don't worry it's just a type of medicine that will fix your broken leg"! She said calmly. "Oh okay I thought it was some kind of poison or something". I said so thankful that I wasn't going to die.Tara's beautiful brown hair was so pretty that it calmed me down in an instant."So I can walk right"? "Yeah of course you can". I got up and and tried to stand and it didn't hurt! "Um Tara can I talk to you in private"? I said nervously. "Sure". She said confused. We went into an empty tent and she stood there waiting for me to say something. "Okay here it goes I like you a lot"! I blasted out of my mouth. Tara just stood there staring at me surprisingly. "Really"? Tara said weirdly. "Yeah I've liked  you since I met you at the beach". I said embarrassingly. All of a sudden we got closer and closer and are lips touched together. As you can see we kissed for a long period of time.

"TARA"!! Her dad called from the village. Tara turned around and said "Let's go". So we walked out holding hands and found her dad waiting for her. "WHY ARE YOU GUYS HOLDING HANDS"!!!!!!! Her dad Coin said angrily. "We like each other"! Tara said madly. I stood there blankly listening to the angry conversation. "You know we can't trust him he's a human"! "So it doesn't mean that he's really bad"! "I don't want to continue this argument so I"ll just let it past because I'm really tired"! "Thank you for letting us be together daddy". I'm not gonna say anything I'm going to bed". "Goodnight Mr.Coin". I said so glad that this was over.

He stomped off to his tent while me and Tara walked away to bed too. "Come on I'll show you where we're sleeping now that were kinda together. "Okay". I yawned tiredly. I could tell that it was really late even though I couldn't tell the time. We walked into a tent and fell asleep at the same time.

2 comments:

  1. I am having fun seeing where this story is going. I love the tension between Tara and her dad.

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  2. I like the story, it is very weird and exiting. I like the idea of people that are blue and I am craving the next part. Joseph

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