Prologue

We were all normal kids. One mom, one dad, one, two, or three sibling(s). That is, up until January 4, when the wild wind blew. We were lucky for the survival books we read. We were lucky for eachother. We were lucky for the loving parents that we once had… but luck only ran so far. After all, it doesn’t really have legs.  

Chapter One

It had been 5 months, as far as memory went. Paper only lasted so long and because the post office worker came zero times every century, so our letters are completely useless and are going nowhere. There are absolutely goose egg (Zero, for those of you who aren’t caught up in the latest talk) grocery stores on the island, so our only food source are the fish that apparently attended school, because they never grabbed the bait. Its not like we had that much bait anyways, because the bait attended “school for the most stupid animal in the world!” Because they never went near us. Lovely. 

Meanwhile, Lelessa and Samuel are always complaining their minds out, no suprise there considering they’re both five and the most spoiled, bratty kids on adventure this-island-sucks. Yay. 

There are only 6 out of 12 kids who survived in total. Lilla (Lelessa) and Sam (Samuel) are twins, Me and Fiasona (Fia) are siblings, also twins, and she’s older by nine freaking seconds. (Luckly, I’m taller. *haha, Fia, take that!) Storm and Ellia are are siblings; Storm is older by 3 years. Whoopee. 

So, after that, you decide Hey! Not only are these weirdos orphans, stranded, and kids, they’re also the-group-with-the-weirdest-names! I say: Ha! You’re right! We come together like a hungry ant eater and a city of ant colonies. There has been no day without some sort of fight, physical or speech ramble.

Thanks to my mother, my name is Heaven. Great. I mean, Hannah (Okay, maybe not, but still) is almost the same sounding, except it doesn’t sound like I’m… well, Heaven!!! Arg. Fia never let me here the end of it… (But is is not like I didn’t make fun of Fiasona too...) until January 4. That is a night, a day, a year, a month, a week, an hour… that I would never forget, if I managed to survive this educated island that is full of worm academies and surrounded by fish high schools. It was horrible. A memory I wish would go away… a moment that made my self scream, cry, pinch myself, beg it was all a dream… but it wasn’t. Fia and I were fighting, because before we hated eachother.  (Now… Well, not only are we the only support to eachother, and plus? What’s the point in fighting? Honestly? It just makes the other kids pissed at us) 

I was near the ocean, fuming, when the wild wind blew. It wasn’t wind. It was fire. Lots and lots of fire. Apparently, the sky now rains fire, because thats what happened. Our wood cabins were the first gonners, and along with that went four sets of parents, six kids and almost all hope of surviving. Then the rain came. The fire then went out. But I had been shaken. From my perspective, it was worse. A lot worse. I was sitting at the edge of the ocean. Water lapped my feet. Everything was good… and then it happened. Fia ran to me, screaming, and clutched me. I was just about to scream at her, but I realized what was going on and started to panic. The sky was lit up with fire.

Fia was wailing. I scarcely remembered the rest, for it went to fast. Burning cabins, falling rain, falling tears, finding eachother; and the best part of all; sleep. We had all needed it. Badly. We were all exhasted from out adventures (Ha. Yeah, right. Adventure. More like trageties.) , and we had tired eachother out pinching, screaming, crying; we were determained to go back in time and make everything stop. 

To make everything freeze. 

To make it all not happen

To make everything better. 

I was the first awake, and according to my watch (luckily, my watch was waterproof), a day later. By this time, the cabins were completely gone, and so was all the food in my stomach. I watched the other kid’s chests rise and fall, suddenly wishing that they’re happy, so I went off to get some food. No worms. Almost no fish. (I manged to find a non-burned fishing pole and caught one fish). 

By then, Lelessa was awake, and was still grumpy. She crawled onto my lap, and promptly fell asleep. Again. I moved her aside, of my lap, and went to look at the still remaining ruins of our hand-made cabins. All I could do was sit on a run-away log and cry until the others awoke.

The last thing I remember was my sister, leaning over me, breathing hard, and crying. She was shaking me, sobbing, asking me to survive. But I couldn’t. My eyes slowly closed, and then I felt nothing.

What felt like only minutes later, I woke up, screaming, thrashing, and sobbing. It had all come together. I had left my sister, alone, on Earth, and now… I had let go of the grass. I was gone from Earth. 

Gone. 

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

It echoed in my head, biting at my insanity, and my empty heart.