"Oh my gosh." I say staring at the skinny orange eyed boy. "Collin who is this? What happened to him?"
Collin leans down to his friend. "Cmon! Cmon get up! We need you! He begins to slap his face. He just keeps slapping him over and over and his head flips back and forth. I turn around not able to bare the sight. I see Charles laughing at them. I flash him a dirty look and he turns around.
"Go get some water! Now!" says Collin gestering me back were my backpack is buried. To my surprise the storm has stopped completely, as if it never was there. So I begin to run, I run as fast as my legs could take me.
About one mile away from where Collin and Charles are is the tree. I can barely make out the scratches i left on it earlier and begin to dig. A glow of orange shines through the ground and i dig faster. Soon the backpack is uncovered and I throw it on my shoulder. I begin to sprint back to Collin. All these questions begin to flood through my head, "why does he need him?" i think to myself "why did Collin act like this stranger ment so much to him?"
Before long I was back where Charles and Collin was. I pass him the water out of my bag and he begins to splash it on the boy.
"Dont waste all of it!" Charles blurts out. "Put some in his mouth and save the rest! No use squirting it all over him!"
Collin, the stuburn one, surprisingly listens to young Charles and drips some water in his mouth. I watch as it begins to trickle doen the boys throat. We all watch in antisipation.
When we wll begin to loose hope suddenly the boy opens his eyes and chokes a little bit. Collin falls on his back in releif and I rush over to hold the boys head up and comfort him with the water bottle. Then I turn around and tap Collin. No responce.
"Collin?" I say shaking him a little. "Collin!" I feal for his pulse, but there isnt one to feal for.
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