But it's not monday!!!! *frowns at Me, Myself and I* (not a another word out of you three!!) But, actually I am here to inform you that I for one do not care that isn't Monday. I wrote it on monday, and that´s all that counts.
I stared into the icy depths of the sea and paused. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was lying. But no, why would he lie to me? There was only one hope. One option. The cold face that reflected on the water told me it was going to be fine. I told it it wouldn't. That face was mine but I didn't recognize it. It was pale. It's cheeks hollow. It's eyes emotionless. I dropped the bucket into the depths. The rope it was tied to grew taunt in my hands, but I held on. As I pulled the bucket up, the waves seemed splash closer and closer, higher and higher, trying to reach me. The life from the wood below came up with the bucket. I couldn't see it, but it was there. I had to jump. I could die. I would never see my family again. Never hear the waves of the ocean lap the sand. Never feel mama’s warm embrace. Papa’s voice in my ear. But what choice did I have. It was coming. It would destroy them anyway. It was heartless, it was cruel. Tears filled my eyes. Turning back to the lighthouse for the last time, I whispered softly.‘I'm sorry. So, so sorry.’ and jumped.
Yup, that´s it!
So, once again, if you think I am posting too often, or about too silly things, or am boring you with my biography then TELL ME!! I know, I know, you all thought I could read your mind, but I've got news for you:
I can´t! Whaaa?? I know, you're all shocked to pieces!
Yes. It's true. I may not be a master builder- woops, sorry! I was quoting again! Well, I may as well just finish it!! Yay!!
Yes, it's true. I may not be a master builder. I may not have a lot of experience fighting or leading or coming up with plans. Or having ideas in general. In fact I'm not all that smart. And I'm not what you'd call the creative type. Plus, generally unskilled. Also scared and cowardly. I know what your thinking: He is the least qualified person in the world to lead us. And you are right. ~Emmet
AKA. Your Friend in the Yellow Shirt