Isabelle Lisa McIntosh woke that morning slowly. The warm indications of nature all around the cabin just outside the log walls made her wake up with a flutter of blinking. Realizing where she was, she sat up and smiled. “It’s a new day!” she exclaimed, figuring it was, meh, okay if someone happened to hear her and wake up. It was morning, after all. “Feelin’ better, Izzy?” Jules was awake, sitting up and looking at her across the room. Izzy nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! I’m gonna kick today’s bum!” Izzy stated. Giggles in different directions told Izzy there were others awake. She heard Becky’s giggle. “Great to see you with such a positive attitude today, Izzy.” the raccoon girl stated, smiling. “Thanks to you guys!” Izzy said, throwing her covers off, “You made me see that I should really just have fun here!” “Yeah! Go Izzy!” Jules cried out happily. Izzy swiveled her hips and threw her feet out of bed, hanging them down over the edge. “No more worries here!” Izzy said. But just then, something clasped one of her feet. Something soft and small. She looked down to see a strange lamb girl with blonde hair and a pacifier holding her right foot. “Umm… hello!” Izzy said, smiling, “You must be Ilsa! I’m–” “Hold up!” the girl shouted in monotone. She let go of Izzy’s foot, staring at the dingo girl. “……….wait………..right……..herrrrrrrrre……..” Ilsa said slowly, whipping around. She walked to the closet, opening it, shuffling her feet against the wooden floor. Izzy looked back at Becky, confused, but now she could see Becky, along with the other girls, was just as confus–
~~EEEEARRREEEEEEEEK~~
A sudden, loud screeching noise against the wood floor rattled through the cabin. Everyone turned to the closet to see little Ilsa dragging a large wood log out and across the floor towards Izzy’s bunk. Ilsa stopped, stood on it and put her glasses on, holding out her paw to Izzy. “Foot, please.” Ilsa lisped behind the pacifier, making an almost “th” noise plus a slight gurgle with every “s” noise she made. Unsure, Izzy hesitated, but then feared what the strange girl might do otherwise, so she cautiously inched her foot to Ilsa, who grabbed it with both paws and studied it intensely. All the girls watched the strange sight in silence. “Um… what’re you–” Izzy started. “Zzzzz” Ilsa interrupted, looking up at the dingo girl for a few seconds then back to the foot. What the heck was this? Izzy had no clue as to what to think of this. “Who’s the horse boy?” the lamb said, not looking away from the foot. Becky became angry at the insanity. “Huh? ‘Horse boy?’ What is this? What are you doing?” Becky called out. Izzy could tell in the raccoon’s voice that she suspected something weird was going on. The bespectacled stranger shuddered, closing her eyes. “Oooh… please… PLEASE don’t talk…” She started, looking back at the foot, “Your voice is grating my right ear.” Becky instantly became enraged and confused. “Hmm… a complicated image…” The lamb girl said. Silence once again fell on the cabin. “Ssssooooo… breakfast anyone?” Jules said, breaking the silence. Becky flew out of her bed. “Jules! Hold up!” she yelled at Jules, standing over by Ilsa. “What are you doing?!” Becky yelled at Ilsa, who looked up at the raccoon. “A fortune.” she said, eyes never blinking. Jules’ face lit up. “Ahh! You’re a foot reader!” the kangaroo exclaimed. Ilsa, of course, just stared at her. “Not really. I can only read from a person’s energy point, which is different for each person.” she said, finally turning her head back to Izzy’s foot. “So, how do you do it?” Izzy said, looking down at Ilsa with curiosity. Ilsa looked up at her. “It’s like sneezing; it’s just something I do.” she said, eyes only meeting Izzy’s stare. Becky still huffed behind them all. Jules and Miranda got excited. “Tell us something!” Jules said. “Yeah! Read us!” Miranda exclaimed. Ilsa looked coldly at them. “Fair enough.” she said, letting go of Izzy’s foot and dropping down from the log. The little lamb girl moved toward the group of girls, arms out in an almost creepy manner. The girls nearly moved away from her in slight worry. Well, except Jules, of course, who just stood staring with beaming enthusiasm. Ilsa approached the kangaroo girl, arms akimbo out toward her face, landing gently on Jules’ cheeks. “In order to read your point, I first must find it.” Ilsa said, staring at Jules. “Neat!” Jules blurted out, smiling. All the girls watched. Izzy spoke up. “How do you know when you fin–” “AAHHHHHH!!!” Izzy had started talking, but was interrupted by a loud scream coming from Ilsa. All the girls stood around, worried. “Ilsa! Are you okay?!” Miranda shouted in concern. “Found it.” Ilsa said casually, well, as casual as she could muster in her straight-forward cold demeanor. Becky was enraged. “WHADAYAMEAN ‘FOUND IT?!’” she screamed, confused. Ilsa, keeping a paw on Jules’ belly, turned to Becky. “I was looking…” she started, “and I found,” she cocked her head toward Jules, “so there.” Becky was no closer to being calm at this point. “Nobody just… SCREAMS bloody murder just because they found something!” Becky cried, unable to deal properly with this infuriating lamb girl. Miranda chuckled. “Heh, you should see my mom when shopping.” the monkey said, smiling. The girls continued to watch Ilsa hold her paws on Jules’ tummy. “Okay, so, it’s your tummy.” Ilsa said. Jules just squealed with delight. “I guess because of your future pouch.” “Cool…” Jules said in amusement. Ilsa squinted, staring at the kangaroo belly. “For today, I see…” Ilsa started, hanging on to the tension of silence, “…pancakes.” Jules lit up. “Awesome! I love pancakes!” she said, smiling goofily now. Miranda approached. “Oh, wow! Me now, please!” she said, pushing her belly near the lamb girl. “Okay.” Ilsa said, robotically turning to look at the monkey girl. Jules sorta danced away happily. Izzy thought of something. Something… kinda creepy. “Um, Ilsa, how did you know my… ‘point’ was my feet?” she asked. Without looking away from Miranda’s ‘examination,’ Ilsa responded. “I checked last night while you slept.” Ilsa said, monotone. Izzy got cold. “WHAT?!” the dingo girl exclaimed, feeling creeped out a little. Jules stepped up, posing like a super hero. “No biggie, Iz! I get pancakes!” Jules said in a ridiculous fashion. Becky stared at her with no real distinguishable facial expression. “Jules, that’s so… astoundingly irrelevant…” she said by the time Ilsa had found Miranda’s point, on her lower back. “For today, I see you with…” Ilsa started, hanging again, “…cancer.” The entire cabin went into shock, gasps occurring. All light flushed away from Miranda’s face. Everyone’s mouths hung open. Izzy threw her paws over her face, eyes watery. “Whoa!” Jules cried, “She didn’t scream when she found Miranda’s point!” Becky looked incredulously at the kangaroo girl. “THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE SHOCKED AT?!” Becky yelled. More silence. “Well… it’s weird…” Jules said, blank-faced. Becky threw her arms up in the air. What an infuriating day! Miranda began to shake, scared. “B-BUT… BUT..!” she began to whine. Becky threw her arms down. “That’s not a nice thing to say!” Becky screamed at Ilsa, who just stared at her. “Sorry… I cannot betray what the future tells me.” Ilsa said, arms off Miranda’s back, who was now nearly crying. “BULL!” the raccoon yelled, holding her arms out to her side. “Read me now!” she said sternly, “And don’t tell Izzy her future until at least one of ours comes true!” “Fine.” Ilsa said, looking Becky’s body over. “Yeah! Wait for someone to die first!” Jules yelled, similar fashion to Becky, who just turned her head toward Jules, scowling. “No, Jules, no one is dying today or anything like that. I’m trying to see if anything happens before Ilsa ruins Izzy’s day, too, with a bad fortune.” Becky explained as Ilsa began looking her over. “My day won’t be ruined! Panny-cakey pancakes are in MY future!” Jules said, smiling again, starting to rub Miranda’s back. “It’s okay, Miranda. Don’t cry.” she said softly. Ilsa grabbed Becky’s paws, staring at them hard. “Wow… you have very powerful paws…” she said. Izzy could see Becky’s ears twitch in a weird, knowing way. Something was indeed very different about this girl. “Yeah, Becky’s kinda the ‘man’ of our group.” Jules said, matter-of-factly. Becky’s ears lowered and she stared at the kangaroo girl, who stared back, unblinking, patting Miranda’s back, as if to say ‘What’d I say?’ Becky turned her head back to Ilsa, who dropped the raccoon paws and looked up at Becky’s face. “Hmm… AND the face, I guess…” Ilsa said, paws floating about Becky’s face. Izzy finally climbed down her bunk ladder, watching. The general feeling in the room was fear that Ilsa would tell Becky some other horrible prediction of the day. Ilsa grabbed Becky’s paws and lifted them toward her face. “Put theeeese… uuuuup…” Ilsa put Becky’s own paws against her face, wincing upon contact, “here, eep… that’s it…” Ilsa held this position, holding Becky’s paws against the raccoon’s own face, for a few seconds; much longer than it felt necessary. Even Miranda had calmed down enough to watch intensely. Ilsa squinted at Becky's face then awkwardly stepped away from her, still holding paws in the same position, leaving Becky with her paws on her face, wondering. Ilsa walked over to Izzy, whispering into the dingo's ear, still staring at Becky. Izzy couldn't make out everything behind the whispered pacifier talk, but tried to maybe speak what she heard. "'Today, she sees you...'" Izzy repeated, but soon became terrified as she repeated what she heard, "'DIE?!' ON A SAILBOAT?!'" Izzy screamed. The other girls were in double shock. “Oh, no! I’ve cursed everyone!” Miranda cried out, paws fearfully up to her open mouth among all the gasps in the room. All the girls stood in silence. A long horn was heard in the distance. Ears perked. “What’s that sound?” Izzy asked, snapping out of the shock. Maybe Ilsa was wrong. How could anyone really tell someone’s future? She looked at Miranda. “The breakfast horn.” Ilsa answered, turning her head to Izzy. Jules moved first. “Breakfast! Let’s get dressed!” she said, excitedly, “Sorry, Becky, Miranda.” the kangaroo added. Izzy thought more about what was said as she dressed for the day. Maybe Miranda and Becky are gonna be just fine… besides… how could Becky die on a sailboat? Today? She looked at Becky, who looked at her. “…’a sailboat?’ …really?” Becky said skeptically, arms crossed. “C’mon, Becks! Let’s get to that breakfast!” Jules said, already slipping her camp shirt on over her khaki shorts. Becky turned to her. “Don’t call me ‘Becks!’” Becky yelled, beginning her own dressing.
It's interesting to see the different ways you present the story. Now we have the narrative, the comic and the "acting script." (Putting them all in one volume would be a good way to up the page count ;) )
It's interesting to see the different ways you present the story. Now we have the narrative, the com
