Your smexy hair is the same color as the sand on Fly Island's beach. You crashed on this island, four years ago from now with about eighty other girls. Piglet had been the first girl you saw. She tended to snort due to her asthma and had been overweight, and children are not the kindest. Now, the word had evolved from a form of ridicule to a badge of honor. Her fat had turned into muscle, and she now towers over many of her former bullies.
She sits with you on the ground as the sun threatens to bake you. You turn to face her, and she locks eyes with you. She handsomely looks at you with the eyes of a malnourished person.
"I'm so thirsty." She says handsomely. Your throat runs dryer than it already was. Her eyes burn brighter than the sun, and you think if you are to stay alive, you will need to steer clear of her handsomeness. She squints her eyes in order to see you better as her specs had been broken years ago. She looks a bit like Donald Trump right now, and you have a thing for powerful people. (Also, Donald Trump is hot. Even Piglet is rivaled by that classy toupee).
"Piggy?" You lean towards her, your shirt so stretched she can see your female cleavage. Piggy swallows. "We need to stay as cool as possible. Touching will cause us to overheat." She pushes you away. She is hesitant because of Jacqueline, the leader of every girl on the island. When you first arrived, you had been the leader, but your (now) girlfriend felt entitled to the throne since she's one of the oldest boys. You started off as friends, but she was soon consumed by power hunger and almost killed you in order to take your spot. Luckily, she realized how smexy you are. Jacqueline has been your sugar mama ever since then. If she finds out you're cheating on her, you're dead.
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Annika Potter
Fantasy[On Hiatus] In this is fanfiction, Lord of the Flies meets Harry Potter. The tone is comedic, and once I have a large enough following I will add reader participation. Updates every other day.
