Rustle

Something rustled in the bushes just feets away from where they nestled. Leaning on a tree trunk, huddled close together desparate to find sleep on a cursed Island. Melissa's head rested upon Clinton's left shoulder.

Rustle, Rustle

Clinton's head jerked up. Eyes wide he scanned the dark forest. Their pitiful fire was out, ashes cold.

"Hmm," Melissa sensed Clinton's tensed muscles. "What....... is it?"

He hesitated but answered, "Nothing go back to sleep." Relaxing abit, Melissa drifted into sleep, but Clinton still search.

The air thickened, sharp swishing sounds broke through.

Swish, swish, swish, thud! thud! thud!

Three thuds sounded close by. It took a while but in the dim light Clinton bearly made out the shiny gleam of a needle. Two landed right between his groin and the other by Melissa's head. They were pointy, sliver, and bore a plastic end that held a sorta murky liquid.

"Shit." Cliton cursed once then some more as more tranqulizers. Rained on the from the eastern side of the island. "Melissa, Melssa, come on wake up."

"What now." She asked not making any attempt at waking up.

"Ugh, come on!"

Clinton stood up dragging Melissa with him. Then he began to run, half dragging the injured-sleepy Melissa.

Which way? He thought. It had been hours since they magically arrived on the island but he still couldn't figure out its cordinates. The island was big, he knew that much, but where in gods name were they?

[1:26-- Tuesday ]

On the 4th floor in Varsity High School in Oak Ridge, California, in the far corner on the right was a library. It was huge-- oakc wood, chair , and tables. The computars were Dells, really really old Dells. The computars were so old that out of the 4, 3 worked, and 2 printed. The two that worked were as slow to type and click that it took 5 minutes to get from one page to the next. The text books weren't updated, dating back to the 1940s. However far off in the same library, at the back behind empty shelves was a door. That door was always kept locked because besides 3 students no one had the key.

"I'm telling you Crow, I did not, repeat not."

"Not"

"Not."

"Shut up." Lotte sighed. "I did not cheat."

Kevin frowned, "I have a question, how do you cheat playing poker."

"I don't know, Kevin, but I'm pretty sure Lotte does."

"Do you Lotte?"

Lotte twirled a lock of hair between two fingers, her head was bowedto the floor.

"I knew it!" Crow leaped to his feet. "You cheated, but how?" He pretended to rub an imaginary white beard.

Lotte's face turned beet red.