So I did this thing called Nanowrimo in November and completed my word goal of 20,000 words in a month! Yea! This is the beginning of my novel!
“Suran! Where are you?” I shouted into the forest. We had been gathering berries when she disappeared.
“Where are you?” I yelled again. I began to worry. The Amazon is a treacherous place. The plants and animals are vicious and unforgiving. And don’t forget the other tribes. Uhhh. I shuddered. Just imagine what the Vilela tribe would do if the found her…
Suran popped up behind me grabbing me by the shoulders.
“Suran! Don’t do that! You scared me half to death!” I said. Turning around, I saw Suran smiling with pleasure, her dark, frizzy hair pulled back and tied with a beaded, animal skin ribbon.
“Come on, Kiri! You are so easily scared!” Suran replied as she bent down continued picking berries and plants. I love Suran. She makes everything light and happy, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. I wish I could be like that. All throughout the day, I am constantly worrying. What if we don’t collect enough food? Do we have enough water? Where is Malila? Is she alright? Will we survive the next attack?
“Kiri? Do you think we could ever be a powerful tribe? Better than the Vilela?” Suran asked as she bent down to examine some fruit.
“Definitely. The Vilela are only on top now because our fear lets them control us. All we need to do is not fear their attacks.”
Suran smirked. “Well, good luck with that. Every time the Vilela come, even the most courageous warriors can’t do a thing.”
She was right. It was just a lot of big talk with little truth. Even I hide when the Vilela raid our village. I was about to tell Suran this, but before I could a young girl came running down the path from our village. Tears were streaming down her dirty face.
“The Vilela,” She gasped buckling over to catch her breath. “They’re here.”
Suran and I shared a distressed look, then sprinted up the path to our endangered village.