User blog:Goldenshane/Fiji Preview!

I was in a revising mood tonight, so I decided to revise this scene and give it more... IDK, something? XD Anyway, I have not edited this yet, so please forgive any grammatical or informal errors. Criticize as you feel needed.

Meanwhile, back at the campsite, Annalise is shown waking up. She stretches a little and sees a squirrel sitting beside her.

Annalise smiles widely. She picks up the squirrel and holds it like a puppy.

“Why hello there, Mr. Squirrel!” The Lively Girl says. She giggles a little as she tickles the squirrel’s stomach. Mr. Squirrel throws out his hands like he’s in a rollercoaster.

Her eyes widen as she looks down at her bare arms. She quickly covers up her arms. She looks around, and is relieved to see that all the other girls are still asleep. She begins searching under pots, pans, behind plants, and she even tears up one of Zaza’s extraordinary painting.

Cassandra’s dreams about being a detective are shattered when she feels two cold, wet hands pressed upon her back.

Without even opening an eye, the Observant Girl says dryly, “Annalise, could you please put me down?”

The camera scrolls out to show Annalise holding Cassandra. Annalise puts on a sheepish grin.

“Oh, certainly!” Annalise says as she laughs nervously. She places Cassandra down and quickly puts her arms behind her back.

As Cassandra eyes Annalise’s grin, she raises an eyebrow. She looks around at the tent. It looks as if a tornado had gone through the place.

With her eyes widened, she looks at Annalise who has her arms behind her back.

Annalise looks around, not paying attention. She feels as though something is watching her. She quickly gets out of her daydream and notices Cassandra’s glare.

“What? What’d I do?” Annalise asks.

Cassandra shoots up and thrusts her finger into Annalise’s face. She goes to speak, but she catches herself. She takes a deep breath and says, “Annalise, what were you doing?”

Annalise perks her head up. “I did something?” Annalise asks. Cassandra slaps her forehead.

The Observant Girl points to the debris. Annalise eyes it, but she shakes her head. When the Lively Girl tells Cassandra she knows nothing, Cassandra slinks back into her haystack with a sigh.

“Oh yeah! I remember!” Annalise exclaims. Cassandra’s eyebrows raise. “I was looking for my bracelets!”

Cassandra looks behind Annalise and sees Mr. Squirrel using the bracelets like a hula-hoop. Cassandra gets up, laughs a little, and walks over to Mr. Squirrel.

“Hello, there, little guy.” Cassandra says. She crouches down to Mr. Squirrel’s level and looks at him in the eye. “Aw! He’s so cute!”

Mr. Squirrel looks and sees a giant, dark hand reaching towards him. Instinctively, he lunges at this object and chomps down on it with as much strength he can muster. Despite all of the yelling, jumping around, and shaking that the large object does to him, he is determined.

“Get it off! Get it off!” Cassandra yells.

Mr. Squirrel locks eyes with Cassandra. Not a chance.

Jen wakes up and sees Cassandra and Mr. Squirrel fighting. She turns and sees Annalise trying to pull Mr. Squirrel off of Cassandra.

“Now I’ve seen everything…” Jen says. She goes back to sleep.

Panting, Annalise pulls Mr. Squirrel off of Cassandra. Cassandra grabs her hand and watches a small stream of cold blood stream down her arm. She turns pale and faints.

Mr. Squirrel looks at his predator on the ground. A sense of accomplishment rushes over him. With a bit of adrenaline in his tiny body, he seems as if he drank a cup of coffee. His energetic owner can barely keep a hold of him as she scolds the biting squirrel.

“Mr. Squirrel! How could you?” Annalise asks. “Not only did you hurt Cassandra, stole my bracelets, and in turn cause me to tear up the tent, but you also got dirt on one of my bracelets!”

Mr. Squirrel lowers his ears. He looks at his predator on the ground, then back at his master. He thought that Cassandra was his enemy. He was wrong.

Percy calls from outside the tent, “Everyone okay? Blake and I were concerned.”

Annalise’s eyes shoot open. She quickly slaps on the bracelets, gives Mr. Squirrel a tiny paddling, and says, “Uh… um… yeah! We’re fine!”

Walking sounds are heard outside of the tent.

Annalise wipes some sweat off of her forehead and silently gives thanks. She takes one last look at the tent.

Dismembered and decapitated plants litter the flood. Pieces of clay pots are all over the sides of the tent. Zaza’s prized painting has dirt marks all over it. Annalise cannot believe her eyes.

“I… did this?” She asks herself. She bites her lower lip, and runs out of the tent in tears. Guilt piles on top of her as she runs. She does not care where ends up, as long as she is far from that tent, she is satisfied.