Neverland Narrative
Marlee Harris
April 19, 2013
Honors English 10 per. 7
Sci-Fi Essay
Neverland
I slowly come to my senses. I feel wet, hot, and sandy. I try to roll over to remove my face from its uncomfortable position on the beach, only to find my body paralyzed by some sort of incredible weight on my back.
After an uncertain amount of time, I feel the weight lifted and a familiar voice whisper in my ear, “troll.” An automatic grimace appears on my face, as I turn my glaring eyes toward Brendan.
“Shut up, Gill,” I croak, but then realize what this means, “Brendan! Oh my God, you’re alive!” I jump to my feet. My head starts spinning, and I black out again.
I wake up, this time sitting on the edge of a tropical …show more content…
“We were starting to get…”
I didn’t let Bethy finish. “Taro! I found Taro, guys! Come on!” I lead them back to the clearing, grabbing one of the half-filled water bottles on the way. Sure enough Taro is sitting in the exact same position as I had left him. As a tear rolls down Taro’s cheek, I realize that his eyes have a slightly deranged look in them. I decide to advance first.
“Hey,” I start quietly, “it’s okay, we’re only gonna take care of you. You don’t have to be scared or sad anymore. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” a parched, whispered voice answers. It’s easy to tell that he is very malnourished and probably hasn’t had much food since our arrival. Taro has deteriorated even more quickly than the rest of us. After we give him some water he starts again, a little more clearly, “I’m just so happy I don’t have to be alone anymore.” His voice …show more content…
After two more weeks of only seeing the endless sea, we grow quite delirious. Our rations are becoming smaller and smaller as our food supply slowly dwindles, despite the conservation of the dry food and the mass of tropical fruit we packed. The lack of water is the worst. We take turns rowing in groups of two, using the oars we crudely sculpted from palm trees.
The fog settles around us as the sun slowly starts to rise on the morning of September 23rd. Brendan sits on his knees on the front left corner of the raft and mindlessly pushes and pulls the oar in and out of the water. I repeat his actions on the opposite side. Everyone else is sleeping, limbs strewn all over in precarious positions.
As the fog begins to clear, and the bright sun breaks through the clouds, Taro starts to wake up and stretch, and in doing so, accidentally pushes a sleeping Nick off the raft. Nick wakes up, disoriented, just as he rolls into the water. Taro jumps into save him, waking up Stef and Bethy with a splash. To our delighted surprise, Nick and Taro stand up laughing in the water, waist
April 19, 2013
Honors English 10 per. 7
Sci-Fi Essay
Neverland
I slowly come to my senses. I feel wet, hot, and sandy. I try to roll over to remove my face from its uncomfortable position on the beach, only to find my body paralyzed by some sort of incredible weight on my back.
After an uncertain amount of time, I feel the weight lifted and a familiar voice whisper in my ear, “troll.” An automatic grimace appears on my face, as I turn my glaring eyes toward Brendan.
“Shut up, Gill,” I croak, but then realize what this means, “Brendan! Oh my God, you’re alive!” I jump to my feet. My head starts spinning, and I black out again.
I wake up, this time sitting on the edge of a tropical …show more content…
“We were starting to get…”
I didn’t let Bethy finish. “Taro! I found Taro, guys! Come on!” I lead them back to the clearing, grabbing one of the half-filled water bottles on the way. Sure enough Taro is sitting in the exact same position as I had left him. As a tear rolls down Taro’s cheek, I realize that his eyes have a slightly deranged look in them. I decide to advance first.
“Hey,” I start quietly, “it’s okay, we’re only gonna take care of you. You don’t have to be scared or sad anymore. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” a parched, whispered voice answers. It’s easy to tell that he is very malnourished and probably hasn’t had much food since our arrival. Taro has deteriorated even more quickly than the rest of us. After we give him some water he starts again, a little more clearly, “I’m just so happy I don’t have to be alone anymore.” His voice …show more content…
After two more weeks of only seeing the endless sea, we grow quite delirious. Our rations are becoming smaller and smaller as our food supply slowly dwindles, despite the conservation of the dry food and the mass of tropical fruit we packed. The lack of water is the worst. We take turns rowing in groups of two, using the oars we crudely sculpted from palm trees.
The fog settles around us as the sun slowly starts to rise on the morning of September 23rd. Brendan sits on his knees on the front left corner of the raft and mindlessly pushes and pulls the oar in and out of the water. I repeat his actions on the opposite side. Everyone else is sleeping, limbs strewn all over in precarious positions.
As the fog begins to clear, and the bright sun breaks through the clouds, Taro starts to wake up and stretch, and in doing so, accidentally pushes a sleeping Nick off the raft. Nick wakes up, disoriented, just as he rolls into the water. Taro jumps into save him, waking up Stef and Bethy with a splash. To our delighted surprise, Nick and Taro stand up laughing in the water, waist