It was a silent walk back to camp, with the exception of the birds chirping, who had just gotten up. I felt like a disobedient four-year old that had done something she wasn't supposed to. "Soooo..." I finally said. Getting the feeling he wouldn't talk to me, I stayed quiet for the rest of the walk.
When we got back to camp, I decided to say "I'm sorry." James stared at me. "What were you thinking?!" He yelled. "I-I was bored, and-and I wanted to go hunting!" I yelled back. "You have no idea what's out there, Mia. You were almost killed." Then it hit me. "You-you" I stuttered. "You care about me." Deep down there, James had a heart. "You shouldn't have come." He yelled and ran off into the tent. I went to the river.
The small stream running from the ocean to the camp was my new favorite place at camp, I decided. I looked at my reflection. You are Mia Divanne, my dad had said. And yes, I should come, and I have come, so deal with it James. I thought. A wave came to my knees, the cool water swelling around me. It came up to my waist before a huge wave knocked me out.
I opened my eyes and I could see the shore, but I was a long way from it. I saw a figure standing on the shore. "James!" I yelled, realizing I was out of breath. He quickly took his shirt off and dove in. Swimming very fast, he came up to me, and threw me on his back. I was awake enough to hear the huge wave coming up to us. "James!" I said as loud as I could at the moment, and he turned around just in time for the wave to crash down on us. I grabbed James' hand and pulled him up to where we could touch bottom, and he only collapsed on me. I felt his heart beating very fast, so I knew he was alive. Carrying him up to shore, he woke up. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah. Let's go." Then we went back to camp. We were leaving.
When I walked up to camp I had thought about leaving James behind, but then, I realized I needed him. He was right, I could have been killed, but I wasn't... Because of him. I started taking down the campfire. "What are you doing?" James asked. The tone in his voice shown that he had calmed down. "We're leaving." I said and he started taking down the tent. It was still pretty early in the day---8:00 maybe? When he finished with the tent he came over to me. "Thank you." I said. "For saving me." He stared at me with disbelief. Then I changed the subject: "So, are we ready to go?" And we went on our way.
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The Outside (#wattys2016)
Adventure(Cover #5) Mia Divanne lives in an unknown part of America, the Outside. It is 3,000 years into the future and America is made up of cruel people in the Inside. Along time ago, her family and a few others were sent to the Outside to ensure safety t...
