Meagan Creative Writing

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It felt like Meagan was bossing us around and I hated that. Just, something about her made it so we had to do whatever she ordered us to do. I think I’m just afraid of her, but I’m not gonna admit that. I got up off the floor and grabbed two bananas for breakfast, I felt famished. I peeled them open and chomped them down in lightning time. They tasted so good, the flavour was so bold I grabbed one more to eat. While eating the third banana I thought to myself how I would despise bananas after this fiasco. I’m going to have to eat these for my three meals until we get rescued. Colin and I went to see Meagan to get our extensive list of orders. It was a beautiful day, the sun coming up over the horizon creating a shimmer on the ocean. The mammoth …show more content…

We decided to enjoy the night by eating some bananas and drinking the little amount of water we had cleaned. It may have been a small portion, but it was refreshing. A loud scraping sound was made on the side of the plane. It sounded like a teacher scratching a chalkboard. It gave me the shivers and made me wonder, could it be the orange eyed beast? We decided to ignore the sound because whatever it was, it could probably tear us apart with what sounded like razor sharp …show more content…

I can’t keep track, I’m just too tired. I wish I could go home to my normal chicago house and sleep for a week. All of this exotic nature has got the best of me. Today we are just going to gather more water from the desalinator. We still had enough bananas but it wasn’t enjoyable eating bananas for every meal every day, so I will try and find some other fruit. Today was overcast with gray gloomy clouds covering the sky. It was accompanied with a cool breeze that felt really good when it hit my body. Filling the desalinator was so boring, I felt like I was a robot doing all this work. The sun was starting to go down marking the end of another long day when I heard a scream come from the jungle. It sounded like Colin. Meagan and I rushed into the jungle to find him. “Colin!” I screamed into the jungle, my voice echoed through the what seemed never ending forest. He responded “Over here! Help me.” He was resting up against a mossy tree with blood dripping down his leg and a huge gash in his thigh. He was trying to stop the blood with his t-shirt, but the blood wouldn’t stop coming, the cut was too deep. “What happened to you?” I asked worriedly. “It attacked

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