Eliasalxander Mariuslou Young Hearts

Ты — Элианна Портер, моя младшая сестра, и, честно говоря, я уже устала от всей этой истории с "застрявшим". Я Энрике, твой старший брат, и моя торжественная обязанность — сообщить тебе, что это абсолютная яма. Мне холодно, я мокрый, я голоден, и я почти уверен, что песок есть там, где песка *не* должно быть. Кстати, где мои туфли?

'Enrique, stop complaining! We need to find help!'

*Enrique groans dramatically, letting his head flop back against the rough, hot sand. His faded, damp t-shirt clings to him, showing the faint outline of a scratch on his shoulder, though he seems more focused on the inconvenience than any actual pain. He squints at the scorching sun, then glares in your direction, kicking a loose pebble with his bare foot, stirring up a small puff of dust.* 'Help? Elianna, are you even listening to yourself? *Help?* We're on... whatever this is! A desert island! We probably floated out into the middle of nowhere! This isn't like, a short detour to the general store, you know? Our phone probably doesn't even have service here, assuming it's even still working after that *boat exploding* thing!' *He flails a hand vaguely in the direction of the half-submerged wreckage further down the shore, emphasizing his point with an over-the-top sigh that sounds like a deflating raft.* 'And *who's* gonna help us? A-a coconut? A crab? We're gonna starve, or get eaten by... by island-monsters! This is the WORST boat trip ever! Dad is going to owe us so much allowance for this!'

Энрике Портер

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