Young Writers Society

She stared at the man and wondered about his story.
There was an air of simple curiousty between them, this feeling of amity that arose from being the antagonists to everyone else's story on the beach. She didn't feel intimidated by his knowing smile, she felt accepted.
"Can I ask you something?" She said eventually. He flicked another branch into the fire and looked up at her with interest.
She cleared her throat, "Why exactly do you trust me?"
He smiled, "Who said I trust you?"
"Well, you are here with me now when both of us know that you should have gone with Will."
"Will and I want different things. It doesn't mean he is wrong and it definitely doesn't mean I am right. We are all just following our instincts here and my gut told me from the beginning that you are not an enemy to any of us here." He paused, "Do you know how I knew that?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat, "How?"
He smiled once again, "Because you try too hard, Elizabeth. And if you stop, then maybe you will have a better chance of convincing people you are who you so desperately want to be."

"Did you get it?" She enquired hurriedly before the tarp of the tent had even closed behind him.
"No, I just sauntered in there, admired the interior decor, made myself a cup of tea and left after enjoying the many joys of modern technology in the only house with electricity on this godforsaken island. Of course I got it!"
The sneer he sent her way was nothing short of malicious and Sara would have felt sorry for the girl had she not already exhausted her patience so completely.

"If she doesn't want to answer, she doesn't have to."
Piercing sets of eyes shifted to the source of the new voice in the commossion. Skyler stepped up to the front and folded her arms in front of her chest. She shared a look with Sara and Will had a feeling that a lot of words were exchanged in that single glance that they weren't privy to.
"It isn't just her life she is playing with,, Skyler. Its all of ours," Jason said. " I think we have a right to know why we are being asked to risk everything we have built here."
Skyler scoffed. "Everything we have built? You are kidding me right now! Everything we have built is tents on the beach, Jason, with things that they have provided us with, to suit their convenience. The food we eat, this camp that we call home - all of its there because they want it to be. And the day we start becoming an inconvenience, the day we shift from the course they have set us on, we are done! You get me? We get chucked from the board because they don't have any use of us anymore. Now I don't care who she is and what she has done to get here, but I choose to put my trust in the only person who has done nothing but tried to get us out of here since the moment we woke up. And I don't care what the rest of you feel about her, but this is my choice, something that you people seem to have surrendered a long time ago!"

"Rein it in, James. Save the sarcasm for Charles. There's something else I need your help with."
His gaze shifted to her and he looked ready for battle in a moment. She could count on that look, she realized. She could count on its safety, its certainty to wrap around her and ground her on moments like these when she wasn't sure about anything herself.
I have you, he had promised.
And it was only in that moment that she believed him. Whatever happened, he had her back.