Mia Denbrough
Mia pushed herself off the sandy ground with a gasp, turning to sit and cough up seawater. She rubbed sand off of her face and shook her long brunette tresses out, absolutely hating how tangled and dishelved she looked.
The was a girl standing over her, looking concerned. She introducted herself as Divya, which Mia found to be strange. What kind of name was Divya, anyways? Then Divya-whatever explained that it was Indian, which still made no sense, but Mia didn't care. She was dirty and nasty and stomped her foot in anger.
"Where is my cell phone?" She grumbled, hands searching her jeans, then the ground beside her. When she found nothing, Mia's face started to turn white and she yelled, "Goddamnit, not my phone! How am I suppose to call the agency for help?! Never mind that, what about Facebook?!"
Kicking sand at the sea in frustration, Mia scowled and turned to see Divya looking at her in bewilderment. "What? Don't look at me! Let's go find some damn shelter." She said, then stormed ahead of the girl as they wandered into the blanket of trees.
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After a while, Divya suggested that they make camp under a tree.
"No! I can't sleep on the ground! I need a bed and pillows!" She whined, then grabbed up the table that was coincidentaly lying nearby and set it up. She felt Divya's annoyance and glowered at her, hoping that if, should they get attacked by bears or whatnot in the middle of the night, that they would eat the ugly one first. Wait, were there even bears on an island? Whatever, who cares. She still would push Divya down.
Mia settled down on the table, then squirmed again, and again. It wasn't comfortable, and it was cold! "Where's the fire?" She called out.
"I couldn't make one without logs!" Divya called back.
"It's cold!" Mia whined. Just then, there was a shuffling in the trees next to her and Mia yelped in shock.
"Girls?" A small, petite woman with long blonde hair exited the darkness and came to them, a smile on her beautiful face. Mia watched in shock as she slowly examined them. "Shipwrecked?" She asked kindly.
"Yes." Mia whispered, suddenly reminded of her parents. She felt tears form in her eyes and blinked them away.
The woman, who introduced herself as Bellalyse, told them to follow her down into the woods until they came to a shelter with sticks and logs and a leafy roof. Mia jumped up and down, clapping happily.
It turns out that Bellalyse only had sleeping bags, which made Mia groan in displeasure, but she settled. It was better than nothing. Then, Divya's stomach growled loudly and Mia felt herself giggle for the first time since the wreck.
Bellalyse fed them some sort of weird-looking soup, which Mia was reluctant to try at first, but starving won out over her disgust, so she took a sip and scarfed it down. It was actually pretty good, coconut milk and some herbs.
"Off to bed." Bella said quietly after a while, stretching. She placed their empty coconut halves by the door and climbed into her sleeping bag, then Mia did the same.
"Thank you for taking us in." Divya said softly into the darkness.
Mia blushed, feeling ashamed of herself. "Yes, thank you." She whispered to the pretty blonde woman.
"You're both welcome. Now, get some sleep, we'll need to get up early tomorrow and search for any items that may have come ashore, and other castaways, of course."
~*~*~
After a small breakfast of coconut milk and soggy bread Bellalyse scavaged from the ship wreck, they made their way back to the shoreline, where they saw driftwood and palm leaves come ashore. Mia noticed a soaked sweater and ran over to pick it up, wringing it out and sniffing it, then making a face. It was gross, but Bellalyse said there was a small stream where tney could wash their clothes and bathe later.
Mia started to look for more items, particually clothes, when she saw a small figure down the shoreline. She yelled out and ran (okay, well, fast walked, because she doesn't do running) to meet the girl. It was a small Asain, who looked pissed off.
"Now what will I do?" She muttered to herself, not seeming to notice Mia.
"Hey, Mulan. Don't fret, help is here." Mia said cheerfully, using her bare foot to nudge the girl. "Hey, c'mon, come meet Bel- MY SHOES! WHERE ARE MY SHOES!" Mia screamed suddenly, barely noticing their absense. "Damnit, no! Those were DESIGNER!"
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