Left Behind

Who? Where? What?

                                                           Who? Where? What?

It had to be me. To be the one left behind..by my own family and crew. Gramps had told me he was shutting the project down, but I didn't believe him. I told him, with tears going down my face, to go ahead. I'd find a family...right? The people to love me? Care for me?

I soon left his small "castle" and ran to the place. The place where I kept my food and shelter, since he wouldn't let me back in. I watched thelast small sailboat float into the sea.. Then it hit me..That, that was the last sailboat to home. I soon relized ME, Kristen Cameron, was the last one...Or thats what I thought. I'd seen natives scurry around and trying to steal my food, so I knew I wasn't alone for long.

My name was Kristen Cameron, Bioligist. I was on the island of Mushrooms, studying anything I could get my hands on. My crew had just got back as gramps called the meeting. Thats when it all fell. My tattered face yelped as I knew, nothing would be the same as I imagened it. Why would they do this to me? It was time to find the life. It was time to find another family.

I yelled and yelled for at least one person to appear. I'd grabbed my AK 47 Just in case they were angered with me. I soon found one native..She stuttered as she replied her name was Rani. I called her pretty and asked her if she had food. I stared at her with clear green eyes and pulled out the gun, thinking she was more frightened with me then I was her, but was she okay? So many questions ran through my mind...was she the only "family" I would have?