The Two Blondes and Two Brunetts!!

A long time ago-- actually precisely one week ago, there were two blondes and two brunettes who set out on an adventure. The brunettes were called Carys and Alisia, and the blondes were called Lara and Michelle. They were off to Banana Island, just the four of them, alone, by themselves, alone.

They hired a boat and a driver who took them to Banana Island. On their way there, a storm was in the brewing. The four girls sat in the bobbing boat applying lip-gloss and such girlish thing when the storm hit. It hit like a stone shattering through a delicate window. They were tossed and turned and churched and blown about everywhere. They had never been so wet in all their lives, the phrase “drowned rats” could not even describe their soaked appearance. The foaming water had sunk deep into their skin, and they were all shivering violently.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, they arrived at the Island. The girls hobbled out of the tiny boat, but slipped in their own puddle of salty water. They toppled to the ground and sat in a huddle staring at the Island before them. They had only been on the island for all of two minutes, but already they could sense that something was very wrong. Maybe it was the heavy silence that hung over the island or the utter emptiness that made it seems so lonely.

SUDDENLY without a moments notice, there were termites filling the air, thousands of them-no MILLIONS of them! They were swarming together so that they looked like a giant red squirming cloud. They paused for a moment hovering over the frightened girls. Then in one swift motion, the termites were on the boat-- no devouring the boat! Carys let out a scream.
Now, everyone knows that a girl’s scream is the natural enemy of the termite, right? Well, obviously these girls didn’t. The termites were on them in no time, biting and buzzing and tunneling their way into the girl’s ears. The four of them ran for cover and found a nice cave with a campfire already ablaze. Suspicious isn’t it? However they were too scared to really care. The termites were driven away by the heat of the crackling fire, and so mumbling to themselves about stupid girls, the termites went back to eating the boat.

After a really long time of sitting in the cave doing nothing, they started getting hungry. Michelle and Lara were too scared and so Carys and Alisia being brave and awesome due to their amazing hair color, decided they would use their bravery and go looking for food. So off they went.
They were gone for a really long time.
They were gone for an even longer time!
Michelle and Lara became really anxious and wondered with frantic hearts what had happened to their friends. So after much thinking, deliberation, crying, screaming and reapplying make-up, the two girls decided to go and look for their friends. After walking for what seemed like hours they stumbled across a coconut tree. They were very excited and proud of themselves to have found food.

However soon after, this glowing sensation faded because Lara realized they didn’t know how to open the silly coconuts. They banged them on each others heads which resulted in the two girls being knocked out several times. They tried sitting on the coconuts, singing to the coconuts and talking to the coconuts, but they would not open. Once, Michelle could have sworn she heard snickering coming from deep within the lush forest. Unfortunately, Michelle brushed it aside as nothing but a bird or monkey. Finally Lara remembered that she had packed a machete in her survival kit, and so several misses later the two girls managed to crack open the coconut. The two drank the sweet coconut milk and scraped out the coconut flesh, and after that they ate many, many more coconuts.

When the girls were about to crack open their 19^th coconut, they heard the harsh snap of a tree branch. They turned to each other, with milk dripping down their faces, their eyes were wide with horror. Quickly, without a word, they gathered as many coconuts as they could carry and high-tailed it back to camp.

When they got back to their camp a they were surprised to see a suspicious basket of mangoes, looking very bright and tasty. Michelle was allergic to mangoes, they made her itch and scream out random world facts. So Lara began to eat the juicy mangoes, leaving Michelle to wonder how this suspicious basket had gotten there in the first place.

Suddenly Michelle began to panic- someone knew they were there; someone was- watching- them. She gulped and wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead.
“Umm, I think you should stop eating those mangoes.” Michelle said turning to Lara but it was too late. All the mangoes were gone and Lara stood with the empty basket looking stuffed and a little nervous.
“YOU ATE THEM ALL!” she screamed at her friend, “Someone set those up, it was obviously a TRAP!!”
“Please stop yelling, you’re making me nervous.” Said Lara
“Oh-ok, let’s just stand here and pretend everything is all NECTARINY!”
“…it’s peachy-“
“I don’t care, all I know is we need to get out of here!”
“hahahahaha, you are such stupid little girls” a voice cackled from the darkness outside the cave. “Who said that?” Lara screamed.
“Shut-up, he will hear us!” The voice continued to cackle at the two girls, it was getting closer, and the two friends were shrinking smaller and smaller against the cave wall.
“I recognize that voice.” Said Michelle
“Are you sure?” said the strange voice. Suddenly he appeared from behind a tree with a knife dripping with crimson red blood, in his hands. He was tall and strong, with dark pink eyes.
The two girls screamed and screamed until the Lara began to cough violently and Michelle had to fish her out a cough drop to ease the coughing.
“What!? Why are you doing this? What did you do to our friends, you creep.?” Lara yelled once she had stopped hacking her lungs out.
Michelle started crying. “Oh, will you keep quiet so I can help remind you why I’m doing this.” growled the pink eyes man. “Oh, Yeah, I killed your friends-yep their both dead as a door post-“
“Its door nail-“
“SHUT UP! Let’s carry on, so you remember that lovely month when we were a perfect couple and then you just HAD to get rid of me! You stupid, little blonde, you humiliated me by dumping me in front of all your friends. You remember how you did that? Ah, don’t answer, of course you do. You broke my heart and on top of that you told me I didn’t EVEN HAVE a FREAKING HEART! Well, turns out I do. You know what, it’s beating for murder.”
“Why, why did you do this, you didn’t have to kill my friends?” Michelle sobbed.
“Indeed I had to, my dear. For you see they made fun of me when you broke up with me, and it drove me crazy. And also, I want you to suffer like I did.”
“I never killed your friends-“
“Shut up, now let’s get on with the murdering.”
The two blondes were so scared they didn’t know what to do. “No escape for you two, not now not EVER!!”
“WAIT!” interjected Lara, “If you want to kill my friend you’ll have to get through me!” She puffed out her chest and bawled her tiny fists-obviously trying to look intimidating.
“Tell me my dear, how you enjoyed that fruit I left here for you.”
“Oh it was very delicious thank-wait. NO, NO!”
“Yes, YES! That is right my dear-it was poisoned. You should be dead in about-“
Lara suddenly fell to the ground and went limp. She was dead, killed by those stupid mangoes.
“Sad very sad.” scoffed the evil ex-boyfriend.
“NOOOOOOOOO” Michelle screamed, “NOT MY LAST FRIEND! YOU ARE SUCH A-A- A STUPID MORON IDIOT!” she suddenly stopped weeping over her dead friend and stood up abruptly. “I hear a boat.” She whispered. “What did you say, Blondie?”
“Oh nothing, nothing at all”
“Well if it’s nothing why did you talk? Did I say anything about talking?” While he was babbling on, as is mistake of all evil villains, who was to walk in to the cave but a police man himself.
“I heard screaming, what’s the-WOAH” The police man’s eyes widened at the dead body sprawled out on the floor. He whipped out his well polished gun and aimed at the pink eyes, evil ex-boyfriend. “Hands in the air, I said HANDS IN THE AIR!” The ex dropped his knife and looked frantically about for a way out. “You are safe now missy, everything is going to be okay.” The police man assured Michelle. “NO IT’S NOT! My friends are all dead!” she sobbed.
“Sorry about that, I would have gotten here earlier but there was a huge donut sale and I just had to get my fill-I am sure you understand.” Michelle smiled sweetly and slowly picked up the glistening red knife.
“I am afraid officer, I do not.”

The End.

Story writers:

Lara Palmer
&
Michelle Marx

Story editor:
Carys Parker