Post by Harlow Russo on Apr 26, 2009 10:50:19 GMT -6
Day five. All hope of rescue coming had been drained from Harlow's mind. Someone would've come by now if they had any idea of where the plane had crashed. The weird thing was, she didn't really care whether they got saved or not. Her mother was gone, her father died in the crash, there was no one she knew of that would take her in. Being sent to an adoption agency upon rescue wasn't her idea of being saved, more like being condemned.
The island was beautiful, a little hotter than she was used to, but she had lived in Australia for a couple of months so she didn't mind it. The forest was amazing, simply breathtaking, and there were no words to describe how pretty the water looked, especially when the sun set.
Harlow laid on the sand, a pair of slightly broken sunglasses on her face. There was no suntan lotion as far as she knew so she was making sure to not fall asleep, though it was hard since there was basically nothing for her to do. Her forehead healed a little nicely actually, Ana-Lucia had done a decent job at stitching her up, especially with using a sewing kit and not being a doctor. The concussion was gone to, but Ana-Lucia still seemed to want her to take it easy. The guy she met on here, Liam, seemed to think the same thing.
She hadn't talked to all of the survivors, she was a little shy, and she was the youngest, except for the five year old girl she met the other day. Samirah, was currently playing with her doll that someone had found for her. Everyone seemed protective of her so she had a couple of eyes watching her every move, especially Liam.
She sighed as the wind whipped across her face. It felt good on her skin. She was warm but she didn't want to go into the ocean, she wasn't that great of a swimmer.
