Lost && Found? ((Open))
Sept 24, 2017 21:22:34 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 21:22:34 GMT -5
Lilo hitched her bag on her shoulder, careful not to squish the sandwich in her hand. Her bag carried Scrump, her camera, her red muumuu, as well as her hula outfit: a red tube top and grass skirt, anklets, bracelets, and crown. Okay, it wasn’t really a crown, but Lilo liked to call it that. She wore her red-and-yellow striped bathing suit and her sandals, skipping down the stairs of their home. Stitch had already gone to the hula class. But today was Thursday, so Lilo had told him to go on ahead, and she’d meet him there.
Lilo loved Sandwich Day. Pudge was a kind fish, as long as she made sure to give him a peanut butter sandwich every Thursday. The one time she hadn’t given him a sandwich, there had been a really bad rainstorm, and her parents—
Nani was nice though. Her big sister had never really tried to take over as her mom, and Lilo knew that everything Nani had done for the last few years had been to help Lilo and protect her. She hadn’t been mean about the things Lilo enjoyed doing, especially what Lilo thought was necessary, like feeding Pudge.
And the one day that Lilo had even been late to her hula class so she could feed Pudge, the fish had given Lilo a falling star, which she wished on for a friend. And that’s when Stitch had shown up.
Lilo’s musings had carried her down the road and all the way to the beach. She dropped her duffel bag by a rock. Brushing off her sandals, she deposited them in the duffel bag. Taking the sandwich, Lilo waded into the water. Finding Pudge was usually no problem, and this time was no different. She found the blue-spotted orange fish quickly, handing over the sandwich. Pudge took it, swimming away with it in his mouth.
Lilo rode a wave back to the shore, paddling along as needed. She wrung the water from her hair, shaking off what she could. Picking up her bag, Lilo retrieved her sandals and had put them on before she realized that she wasn’t in Kauai.
Lilo panicked a little. There were a lot of people around her still, but none of them were familiar. She couldn’t see any of the natives, or any of the usual tourists. Lilo’s lower lip quivered a little. The six-year-old usually was brave as could be, but right now she was a little scared. She was in a new place, and alone. Nani would be worried. And Stitch! He would tear the island apart until he found her, with help from Jumba and Pleakley. And Nani, of course.
Putting on a brave face, Lilo tucked away her fear as best she could. She walked over to someone standing nearby and tugged on their clothes. ”Can you help me?” she asked.
Lilo loved Sandwich Day. Pudge was a kind fish, as long as she made sure to give him a peanut butter sandwich every Thursday. The one time she hadn’t given him a sandwich, there had been a really bad rainstorm, and her parents—
Nani was nice though. Her big sister had never really tried to take over as her mom, and Lilo knew that everything Nani had done for the last few years had been to help Lilo and protect her. She hadn’t been mean about the things Lilo enjoyed doing, especially what Lilo thought was necessary, like feeding Pudge.
And the one day that Lilo had even been late to her hula class so she could feed Pudge, the fish had given Lilo a falling star, which she wished on for a friend. And that’s when Stitch had shown up.
Lilo’s musings had carried her down the road and all the way to the beach. She dropped her duffel bag by a rock. Brushing off her sandals, she deposited them in the duffel bag. Taking the sandwich, Lilo waded into the water. Finding Pudge was usually no problem, and this time was no different. She found the blue-spotted orange fish quickly, handing over the sandwich. Pudge took it, swimming away with it in his mouth.
Lilo rode a wave back to the shore, paddling along as needed. She wrung the water from her hair, shaking off what she could. Picking up her bag, Lilo retrieved her sandals and had put them on before she realized that she wasn’t in Kauai.
Lilo panicked a little. There were a lot of people around her still, but none of them were familiar. She couldn’t see any of the natives, or any of the usual tourists. Lilo’s lower lip quivered a little. The six-year-old usually was brave as could be, but right now she was a little scared. She was in a new place, and alone. Nani would be worried. And Stitch! He would tear the island apart until he found her, with help from Jumba and Pleakley. And Nani, of course.
Putting on a brave face, Lilo tucked away her fear as best she could. She walked over to someone standing nearby and tugged on their clothes. ”Can you help me?” she asked.