worried 'bout everyone but me; I just keep losing myself
When I hear the news about the space ship hurtling toward us, all I can really think is, 'Oh, well, fantastic. Because my life didn't already suck, now an impossible piece of machinery's getting ready to end it.' I mean, I'm seventeen. I know that's not a guarantee of anything, but I was sort of hoping for a few more years. And to have sex. Don't get me wrong, it hasn't even been on my mind after what Anson tried to pull, except that when you hear something like this is going on, that's where your mind goes. Mine does, anyway. After the part where I'll never see my family again is the part where I'm going to die the virgin everyone thought was a slut. I would never in a million years act on it, though. This is not the time to take it slow. Besides, that's like a guarantee someone will save the world at the last minute and then blah blah, years of regret, possible therapy, serious embarrassment -
Actually, maybe we should talk someone else into it. A virgin sacrifice on the altar of cliché.
I don't know how my thoughts got to this place.
Olive isn't even sure where the caves are (which, by the way, talk about a name so nondescript it's ominous). She just falls in with a bunch of people, so thrown off by this turn of events she hardly has it in her to panic. She's screwed and there's nothing she can do or she's not and there's no point in worrying; if she starts, she'll never stop. Either way, she's already stranded, already alone, and it almost seems laughably apt, that after all the shit that's been dumped on her lately, the world really might end with a bang instead of a whimper. For the first time in the less than forty-eight hours she's been on this island, Olive is relieved her family aren't with her. At least they're all safe.
It reminds her of that scene in the movie Deep Impact, walking into the caves with the others, even though she hasn't seen it in years and all she remembers is Elijah Wood and Leelee Sobieski and that there were a lot of cars on the highway at this point, which there aren't now. The weird thing is, thinking of Elijah Wood's face is almost more unsettling than being herded into a cave.
Already she recognizes a few people down here and she finds herself peering closely at them as she passes, though it takes her a couple minutes to realize she's looking for Eduardo. She doesn't see him anywhere, though, and she just keeps walking, wandering further and further back into the cave system, half in the hopes that it's actually safer the farther she goes and partly just because, as little as she wants to be alone for this, she's not sure she can take being surrounded by strangers either. Eventually, in a quieter spot, she sinks down to sit back against the rock, making a face at how cold it is.
God, she should have brought a book.
Actually, maybe we should talk someone else into it. A virgin sacrifice on the altar of cliché.
I don't know how my thoughts got to this place.
Olive isn't even sure where the caves are (which, by the way, talk about a name so nondescript it's ominous). She just falls in with a bunch of people, so thrown off by this turn of events she hardly has it in her to panic. She's screwed and there's nothing she can do or she's not and there's no point in worrying; if she starts, she'll never stop. Either way, she's already stranded, already alone, and it almost seems laughably apt, that after all the shit that's been dumped on her lately, the world really might end with a bang instead of a whimper. For the first time in the less than forty-eight hours she's been on this island, Olive is relieved her family aren't with her. At least they're all safe.
It reminds her of that scene in the movie Deep Impact, walking into the caves with the others, even though she hasn't seen it in years and all she remembers is Elijah Wood and Leelee Sobieski and that there were a lot of cars on the highway at this point, which there aren't now. The weird thing is, thinking of Elijah Wood's face is almost more unsettling than being herded into a cave.
Already she recognizes a few people down here and she finds herself peering closely at them as she passes, though it takes her a couple minutes to realize she's looking for Eduardo. She doesn't see him anywhere, though, and she just keeps walking, wandering further and further back into the cave system, half in the hopes that it's actually safer the farther she goes and partly just because, as little as she wants to be alone for this, she's not sure she can take being surrounded by strangers either. Eventually, in a quieter spot, she sinks down to sit back against the rock, making a face at how cold it is.
God, she should have brought a book.