All we could hear for hours was the crunching of stones under our feet and the tap of our walking sticks. ” You know, it’s your fault we’re stuck here Dec” said Martin “will you shut your mouth you old bat , if it’s anyone fault it’s yours” replied Dec angrily ” you never changed eh Dec your the same as you were in high school a spoiled brat”. Martin and Dec hated eachother since they were teenagers so being stuck on a desert together with just themselves and there walking sticks is not helping. ” Whats your problem man , you little …….
By clara-grace