Stranded

This is the first chapter of my story Stranded. May and Paige are best friends and they are 23. Paige is 37 weeks pregnant and May is 36 weeks pregnant. I have posted a picture of May on the side. Enjoy!

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Paige

So there we were, on the powdery, sandy shore of a humongous island. How can I tell it’s humongous? Either way I look all I see is more island. How can I tell it’s an island? Because behind me is a giant post that has fallen down that says “Welcome to Wuhu Island”. I looked at Jake he was about to talk. “Guys we have to find shelter. I suggest we go in twos and find a place to meet if we don’t find anything. Agreed?” I looked around. “Agreed.” we all cheered. He looked at me then at May, then back at me. “Someone will need to stay behind with Paige and May.” I didn’t need to be babysat. “No. If May and I stick together at the place we have agreed to meet at than we won’t need anyone to look after us. What do you reckon May?” May looked pained. “I will do anything as long as you guys come back but if…” she couldn’t finish her sentence through her tears. I looked to see if she needed comforting, but Zac was already there, she was wrapped in his arms bawling her eyes out into his shirt.

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May

“I’ll take her into the shade she has a bit of a temperature.” My loving boyfriend Zack said. There was a nod of agreement. I struggle d to turn around to see Paige and Claire but before I could even think about it Zack was wheeling me around into the bottomless, shadowy, jungle. Due to my clumsiness I fell over a lot but Zack caught and steadied me. We kept going for about five minutes in silence. The only way I knew Zack was there was his firm grasp on my hand. When we reached a clearing in the ferns I broke the silence. “Isn’t it beautiful?” It was. I reached the border of the pool of light and stepped through the final fringe of ferns into the loveliest place I had ever seen. The paddock was small, and almost a perfect rectangle, and filled with wild flowers – white, yellow and soft pink. Somewhere nearby I could hear the bubbling music of a stream. “Not even close. You are much more beautiful.” My cheeks smoldered red. I reached up on my tipie toes to put my arms around his neck. I gazed into his eyes; it was as if I could see right into his soul and farther. “I love you” I whispered. He bowed down so I wasn’t on my tipie toes anymore and abruptly swung me around like a two-year old. I squealed at the rush. He put me down and kissed my forehead. “We should get back now.” I loosened my grip of his neck and pretended to twist my ankle. “Oh my! I must have twisted my ankle. It hurts very, very much.” I whimpered. He decided to play along. “How can I make you feel better, madam?” I jumped at my chance. “Oh! Would you be a gentleman and help me up?” He took my hand ever so lightly and pulled me into his cool jacket. “Where were we? How can I make it up to you, ma’am?” Here goes I thought. “Maybe just one little kiss.” I replied. He rested his forehead against mine and we stared into each other’s eyes. I wondered what he saw. And then, quick as a flash his lips were on mine. He lifted me up so he didn’t have to bend down anymore. All the weight on his back must have put a lot of strain on and he fell backwards still holding me, our lips still locked. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. I blushed and pulled away. I rested my head on his chest listening to his heart beat. “Now we should go...” he reminded me. I groaned but agreed. “Fine!” I snapped.