Toby Johnson

Elise's question caught me by surprise and I tensed up hoping no one would direct the question specifically at me. There was no way I was going to answer that. Not like these people would even care about my life anyways. Few people legitimately cared about me. 

I listened as others told their stories but kept my face turned away and pretended to be asleep the whole time. They wouldn't wake me up just to ask me would they? At the same time though as, one after another, they each started talking about their pasts I started to feel left out. No one asked me about mine, no one cared. Still wouldn't have told them, but it would have been nice to know someone was at least curious enough to ask me about my past. 

No one did. Eventually they all drifted off to sleep and I was the only one left awake. About an hour later I realized that we had stopped moving. The current must have stopped carrying us. I sighed, there was a breeze but that was useless as we didn't have a sail. Right now we were trapped in the middle of the lake with nothing but blankets and rocks on a raft. I realized what I needed to do, but I really would have preferred not to do it. We needed a sail or a motor. There wasn't enough spare mass on the raft to make it however. I groaned, I was not going to be feeling good for a couple of days. 

After a couple minutes of steeling my willpower I went and gathered what was left of the skipping rocks that had been brought on board. Why couldn't I have thought of this before we left? I chastised myself. I could have had plenty of mass to work with! No use worrying about it now, I had to deal with the situation. I put the rocks at the back edge of the boat and then concentrated. Slowly they formed into the base of a motor. There was nowhere near enough mass however and I groaned. I had been hoping for at least a little more than that. I closed my eyes and braced myself. Then, concentrating very hard I began slowly transforming the air into the engine that I needed. It was a long and arduous task because I had to make sure that there was always enough air around to breath and because even enough air to fill an area the size of the raft was not enough to put much mass at all onto the engine. 

By the time the engine was finished, full tank of gas and all, my head felt like someone had driven a tent spike through it and then blown it up with dynamite. My vision had gone completely black and I was barely conscious. I crawled under the nearest blanket, in far too much pain to care who else was already under it, and fell asleep; temporarily escaping my pain. I wasn't going to be waking up any time soon. 

The End

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