It all begin just after 11:30am. The boats had left for the mainland, and the people who'd wanted to head to the volcanic island had been there for around two hours. Me and Pheobe were completing some origami in our kids club (more like a teens' nightclub). Pheobe, though, was beginning to feel a little seasick. The waves were getting choppier. I could feel the floor rocking below my feet and seat.
"Got any seasickness tablets?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "I forgot to put them in my purse. They're back in our room".
I thought for a second, folding a tricky part on my origami dinosaur. "Don't they say to watch the horizon?" I casually said.
I didn't realise my mistake in saying that.
Pheobe grinned at me. "Oh, yeah! How could I forget? That's like, the most simple rule when you go boating!" She shook her head a little dumbly, muttered, "Dumbo", under her breath, and headed over to one of the porthole windows that looked out.
But we weren't facing the vast ocean anymore.
No.
We were facing a volcano.
The erupting volcano.
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Death on Holiday
Teen FictionI shrank back, pushing his hands away. As my brother glanced nervously at me, I rolled over. I didn't want to see him, or more accurately, I didn't want him to see me like this. I knew deep down I was a mess. But there was no way I could be cured. H...
