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Posted: Jul 29 2005, 07:39 PM
Member No.: 5
Joined: 22-June 05
Where am i?
Wednesday woke up on an unfamilair place.
did our airplane crashed ?
the young girl started to look around, hoping she would
find other survivors.
but al she found was a military style backpack.
she opened it and stared at her map and randomly assigned weapon
for a while, until everything started to came back again.
the flight, the movie....that creepy old man,
had this all really happened ?
are we really supossed to kill eachother ?
a tear rolled down her left sheek and left a trail of blue mascara.
does this mean they will try to kill my sugarpie ?
the young girl stood up and started to brush the sand of her clothes.
she took her weapon and her map out of the backpack before she
slung it over her shoulder.
Wednesday looked around again.
accept for the little boat, the beach was empty.
the girl took her map again, and took a closer look.
a small boat at the shore indicated her position.
then she looked at the lighthouse.
old memories came back.
memories of her and her loved one.
you have the same memories as i do sugar pie.
will you be waiting there for me, wednesday mused.
the young girl used her staff as a walking stick and
strolled down the beach, towards the lighthouse.
continued in: the lighthouse.