"This is all your fault!" I pace back and forth the sandy stretch of our brand-new home, also known as 'a deserted island in the middle of nowhere' while screaming at Jasper. "If you had listened to me when i said the weather looked sketchy, we would not have ended up here. But no, Mr. 'It's just a little overcast' knew better."
Jasper ignores me as he drags what looks like a branch the size of a small tree toward a pile of random junk he has been gathering for a while now. "Thea, shouting isn't going to get us rescued."
"Oh, really?" With my hands planted firmly on my hips I say to him. "Well, 'not shouting' hasn't gotten us rescued either, has it?"
Still nothing. Jasper is as calm as a monk, which only riles me up the more. I turn on my heels and walk to a clear patch of sand. "Fine
