Maggie's 1st page

Maggie's Short Story

I am me. I think my name is Maggie. Female, definitely. Do I know where I am? Not a clue. It seems to be some sort of island. What a nice day! The sun is shining, the breeze is nice, and the birds are chirping. Is-is that “Thriller” I’m hearing? No, I must be imagining it. I can see the forest to my right, and I can hear the ocean to my left… arg, I hate having to choose between two things! Hmm, I wonder why? Oh, I'm getting distracted. I should just walk straight until something in my path makes me turn. 

As I walk along, a tree forces me to turn right. It is getting darker, now that the trees block the sunlight. Well its better for them anyway, since they need the sun more than I do. Photosynthesis and things like that. Wait–what is that? Or actually, who is that? Hello! Hmm. They didn't respond. Queer. Oh! I forgot-I didn’t say that out loud. Better try again. "Hello!” That's better. 

“Greetings!” said the shadowy figure.

“Could you help me? I’m afraid I’m very lost.”

         “Yes, follow me. I’ll take you to my tribe,” he said.

The man was the color of the earth, and his hair was the night. Delicately placed feathers decorated his ensemble. Perhaps I had stumbled into a Native American reserve? He looks quite scary, but I’d take him over spending the night in a place I don’t know all alone. Boy, he walks fast! I wish I was that fit. Right, left, left again. Past the funny rocks with faces carved into them. Around a swamp, undoubtedly filled with nasty creatures. Finally, taking a sharp right, we hike up to a small crevice in the rock, hidden from predators. By this time, the sun had gone from being over our heads to behind us, making our thin shadows dance in front of us.

         “After you.” He smiled, and with a slight bow he waved me through the incredibly small opening. Grimacing back, I crawled through, having to suck my stomach in.