Free Blueisland (Watermagic Series, #4) by Brighton Hill Page B

their raft and not really open to discussion. It surprised me that they didn’t say all that much about the transformations that we had apparently undergone. Sure, I, the ugly duckling, was hot now, but that was it. What the hell? “Let’s go,” I said to Savannah. “We have to build a fire to attract the rescuers.”
    Savannah and I talked a little while we were gathering branches. But we were both anxious to get the fire going. We didn’t want to be stuck on an island with a bunch of teenagers for the rest of our lives. “How did you make it to shore?” Savannah asked me as she broke a limb off one of the trees at the edge of the jungle.
    I was trying to free another limb that had wedged between some boulders. “I really don’t know. From what I remember I fell into the water and saw some strange visions and the next thing I knew I woke up on the shore with all of my injuries healed.” I didn’t tell her about eating the insects. It was just too embarrassing somehow. “What about you?” I asked as we carried our tree limbs out to an open area on the beach away from all the people.
    “ As you went over the side of the yacht, one of those sexy exchange students with the long hair from France, Pascal, I think was his name, spun me around and started kissing me and wouldn’t let up. It was crazy!” Her eyes widened as she shook her head. “I struggled to get away—shocked—but he wouldn’t let me go. And then I must have blacked out because the next time I woke up I was on shore feeling like a whole new person. No injuries or anything just like you.”
    “So, you didn’t see anything strange in the wat er?” I asked hesitantly, wanting to know if she saw the people tearing apart our classmates the way sharks feed in frenzy. Probably that was just a hallucination.
    “I don’t remember ever going in the water. I must have because when I came to, I was just at the edge of the shore and all wet.” Her eyes became distant as she looked back at the jungle. “We better hurry and get this fire going.”
    I nodded, feeling frustrated as hell. “What the heck do you think happened to our bodies?” I bit my lower lip hard as I searched her new sparkling blue eyes.
    “Hell, if I know.” She shifted her weight and looked up the beach as she spoke. “I saw my reflection in the ocean.” Her face seemed to pale just at the memory. She shook her head as a small bead of perspiration rolled off her forehead and down the side of her cheek. “We have to focus on our next step, not this crap.”
    I nodded, feeling very unsatisfied. She was acting different, more aloof. I’m sure she was just traumatized by it all. “Later we’ll talk,” I mumbled as I watched her stare off.
    B ut she was right—the most important thing was getting rescued. If we got stuck on this island, we would have the rest of our lives to analyze all the strange transformations that had overtaken us.
    She finally turned back to me. “Come on,” she said already rushing up the beach toward the rainforest. At that, I hurried to catch up. She seemed more together once we got to our task, gathering and breaking more branches. We worked well as a team like that. Maybe it was because we knew each other so well. Sometimes it seemed like we were one unit and didn’t have to talk to know what the other wanted. I guess it is like that with close friends sometimes.
    But while we were getting the fire going, some of our classmates went into the ocean to cool off. Jessica and Lisa were swimming around, splashing each other and making a whole bunch of irritating noise. Since my physical changes had started occurring, my sense of hearing seemed to be heightened, so I could hear every annoy ing thing they were saying. It just didn’t seem like the time to joke around and have fun, especially with all the wounded still needing care and with all the dead bodies on the beach. But I wasn’t one to judge with all my odd behaviors.
    “I think we can get a