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The pilots lead us slowly into the plane. I can’t shake the uneasy feeling in my stomach. I have every right to not trust planes right now. And it seems I’m not the only one. Isla is in hysterics about having to get on another plane. I wish I could comfort her, but I just can’t. Right now, all I can focus on is myself. It feels so surreal, the fact that we’ve been saved. I almost feel like I’m dreaming, or having a wild hallucination. I ease myself into a seat. This plane seems a lot higher t... Read Full Chapter

As I look around me, ready for our names to be called out, I realise that there are people here I haven’t spoken to this whole time, because I’ve been too caught up in my own dramas. I never really had a reason to talk to them because Nic was looking after them. Nic and Charlie seem to have grown quite close.
“I’m going to call out every name in alphabetical order, please stand up as I say your name, no talking,” the old man commands, pulling up a device in front of him. “Nicholas Fallon, Amy... Read Full Chapter

I let my body float on the water, my weight carried as waves glide past my entirety, calming me. The cool touch of the water and sand takes away my worries and brings me back home. Back to when Ethan and I would lounge in the water after a long day at school, back to when Clara would douse me with salt water, making my eyes sting and my throat scream for mercy, but my heart happy. With my ears deep under I can’t hear everyone’s groans and cries. I can’t hear the birds chirping with joy, teasi... Read Full Chapter

Every inch of my skin feels dry and cracked, down to the bone. The sea wind is harsh and unforgiving. Not only that, but also the sun. Shoving its rays deep into me, making my whole body flushed and stinging. Movies seem to romanticise the whole idea of being stranded, with scantily clad girls and over confident men. They also always seem to have a happy ending. I don’t think a happy ending is an option right now. If they were going to find us, they would have. Maybe they gave up, or maybe th... Read Full Chapter

Hour pass, none any easier. Especially considering Leo is starting to lose it. He’s stopped telling himself it’s ok, he’s stopped telling others we’ll get home. He’s stopped believing in the lies that give us sanity. Everyone is sitting apart, in their own small places. I can’t take this anymore! I grab Leo’s hand, hauling him off the sand and far into the trees.
“Come with me,”
“…ok,”
At first, we’d weave and duck under the branches and be careful of our step, but now we just stomp right t... Read Full Chapter

PART 2 - THE ESCAPE

With Ethan’s death looming over everyone’s heads, escape becomes more of a need than a want. We’re not only physically exhausted, but mentally. Doubts and sadness overcoming even the strongest of us. Some people have given up on surviving, just lying in the sand, their hopes shattered. Lorenzo being one of them. I can’t even talk to him anymore, he just looks through me, his eyes deader than Ethan’s lifeless body somewhere in the ocean. Out of everyone, I didn’t expect hi... Read Full Chapter

Lorenzo, Leo, Isla and I pick up Ethan’s body, being ever so careful. All of us hold back tears, a hard task as Amy sings softly, a sad hymn for an official send of. As the sun falls below the horizon, we walk into the water until our knees are submerged.
“Ready?” Lorenzo asks. I nod. We slowly lower Ethan’s body into the salty waves, giving him a gentle push into the unknown abyss of the ocean.
“Goodbye…” everyone looks at me sympathetically. “I’ll miss you buddy,” my throat tightens as I ... Read Full Chapter

I don’t know how many hours we spent looking for Ethan but its dark now and everyone can barely stand, let alone call out his name.
“Esme, come on, we can’t keep going like this, everyone’s exhausted,” Lorenzo sighs, thumping into the sand. I don’t want to give up, this is all my fault. I just want to know that he’s safe, that he’s ok.
“We can’t stop now, we might be close!” I protest. Everyone looks at me, their faces all reading the same thing. He’s not close. He’s nowhere to be seen.
“Ju... Read Full Chapter

Time passes as the night carries on, the moon taking centre stage and the wolves crying out their song.
"We should probably get to bed," Newt says eventually, lifting himself off the couch and turning to face me with tired, red eyes. He's right, though I won't admit it. Part of me still believes Queenie is going to come back home with that lovely smile of forgiveness and understanding. But the realist part of me knows that won't happen. Not tonight, anyway. "Come on Tina, it's not your fault,... Read Full Chapter

“It’s ok,” he meets my worried gaze. “It was worth it,” I run my fingertips along the bandages I had previously applied.
“No, silly, go back on the couch now, I mean it,” my words sound harsh but he knows I mean well. He slowly sinks back into the dark cushions, groaning as what I guess is pain shoots through his body. He reminds me of a friend I had, back in school. She would want to fly on her broomstick all day and right through the night; one day she broke her leg. She attempted to fly b... Read Full Chapter

“Queenie please hear me out!” I say, knocking lightly on her door.
“You choose silly hair over your family…” slips from underneath the door.
“I’ll stay in touch, you know that, just let me in,” I hear a locking sound from the other side.
“Will you?”
“Alohamora,” I mutter, pushing the door open.
“Rude!” Queenie gasps at my intrusion. I raise an eyebrow. “I am not a drama queen…”
“Never said you were,” I raise an eyebrow in return, approaching her.
“You really want to go with him, don’t yo... Read Full Chapter

“But the house?”
“I’ll discuss it with Queenie we’ll work something out,” I honestly don’t know what we’re going to do with the house, or if Queenie will even let me go, but I can’t let Newt in on my insecurities, his smile is too precious.
“Ok, if you’re sure,” his eyes ask me for reassurance, seeing straight through me, knowing I really don’t know how this’ll end.
“I’m sure,” I reach up and stroke my neck, tiredness finally finding its way into my mind. “What do you want for dinner?” I ask... Read Full Chapter

Many hours later the orange light from the sunset streams through the windows through the cracks in the second hand blinds. Newt is still fast asleep, I’m guessing both from fatigue and injury. I walk up to the couch, grabbing a blanket from around the side and throwing it over him. I took his coat and shirt off to put in to soak, so he must be cold now that it’s winter and becoming night. The warm fire is slowly dying, and even I in my warm clothing am frozen to the bone. My fingers find the... Read Full Chapter

“Porpentina Goldstein, please step away from Mr Scamander,” he growls. His coat flips up and I see a green and silver scarf, with some sort of snake crest. I shuffle closer to Newt, against his words.
“That scarf… what does it mean?” I hiss, trying not to let the man hear.
“Slytherin, the cunning, the ambitious,” he replies.
“What?” I ask.
“Hogwarts, my school, Slytherin is a, ah, another house, like I was in Hufflepuff,” he eyes his yellow and grey scarf, that too with a crest on the bottom... Read Full Chapter