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Island of terrorWe set out from the girls' beach, wandering along the coast away from the direction of the camp. Neither of us had bothered to dress completely, hating our rotten clothes. We both wore our underwear though, and carried our clothes, just in case we ran into some of the boys. The island really was beautiful. It would have been a great place for a vacation, assuming an air conditioned hotel, and room service were handy. We walked for over an hour, not seeing anything but trees, dirt, water, and birds. We dropped down on the beach tiredly, and looked out to sea. "How much longer do you think we're gonna be here?" she sighed. "I wish I knew. Maybe Amy was right and we'll be here for years." "I wonder what my parents are thinking." "Mine too." We sat there glumly, contemplating life, and its unfairness. After a while, we stripped and went in swimming, then came back and sat down on the beach again. "We ought to be getting back," she sighed, looking at her watch. "Oh, I can't bear the thought of going back there yet," I complained. "Me neither." Then she leaned closer to me and kissed me ...» |
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