Dying for Friends

Author: Elise Bryce-Johnson
From: Narre Warren, Australia
Age: 11
Date: 14th Aug 1998, 6:27 PM
Rating: 5
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Title: Dying for Friends

The two girls raced through the night. Suli and Anita were best friends, but they could never live in Australia again. Well, not Victoria, anyway.
They had broken the law, just by saving each other. And they couldn’t get away now.
"Anita," breathed Suli, as she gasped for breath. They had been running for over two hours. "Anita, where are we going?"
"Don’t ... know," replied Anita, even more out of breath than Suli. "We’ve ... got to ... get away. Don’t ... stop."
Finally, the girls stopped for a rest. They climbed a tree, and made themselves comfortable.
"Right, Suli!" ordered Anita. Suli was the athletic and popular one of the two; she was never organised, and her main hobby was sport. She was loud, and never got good grades. Anita was quiet, and gentle. She loved reading, and loved organisation. Whereas Suli tended to panic in a situation, Anita would take control of it.
"We’ve got to make ourselves comfortable. I’ll try and make some sort of food from off the ground. Can you sort out the bedding arrangement, seeing as it looks like we’ll be sleeping here?"
"Yeah, okay," muttered Suli. She was tired, and didn’t want to do anything.
After Anita had somehow whipped up a kind-of dinner, and Suli had made one bed for them both to sleep on (in the tree), the girls decided what to do for sentry duty, so that no-one like The Hunters, police, or ANYONE would come. Anita was on for the first hour, and they would just take it in turns.
Nothing happened for the first night. The next day, they set off again. They had no idea where they were going, but Anita was pretty sure they were in South Australia.
"What are we going to do?" moaned Suli. She was getting depressed. "And how come you’re leading? I thought we were in this together, and besides, you don’t even like leading."
"It’s about time you noticed," sighed Anita. "I’ve been directing you to a river that should be near here. If we ARE in South Australia, then it should only be a couple of hours walk. You remember it, don’t you? We did a project on South Australia two years ago."
"Did I fail it?"
"Probably."
"Why would I remember it then?" Suli sat down to rest. Anita joined her, and gave her some food she had had in her bag.
"It’s a couple of hours away, you say?" muttered Suli. Anita suddenly stood up, and touched a pole next to them.
"Here it is!" she cried excitedly.
"What? What is there?" Suli exclaimed, just as excited as Anita.
"Look at these etchings: this is one of the totem poles from the Aborigines. My father has – HAD been along here before, and he told me about these poles. We should only be a few minutes away from the river!"
Sure enough, they broke through a particularly large bush, and there was the river. It was perfect water, and looked delicious.
Suli ran up to drink some, but Anita stopped her. "Suli, don’t. It could be poisonous, and not fit to drink. Wait."
Anita went up and gingerly put some on her finger. She had her back to Suli, so she couldn’t see what Anita was doing. Anita gave a whoop of joy, and invited Suli to drink all they liked.
They spent a few weeks near that river. The best friends soon found out that if you walked directly north for half an hour, you should be standing directly on a edge of a cliff! The girls often spent a lot of time sitting on that cliff.
It was on one of those days that the girls met their last day on Earth. They were sitting with their legs dangling down the side of the cliff, eating lunch. Suddenly, Anita was pushed from behind. She screamed, and toppled over the side. Suli caught her, and spun around, still holding on to her best friend.
The Hunters were there. The people whom they’d managed to escape and lived away from were back for them.
"Drop Her!" ordered the King Hunter. Suli whimpered, and Anita whispered to her.
"Drop me, Suli, drop me," she said, over and over again.
"Drop Her Or You Will Be Dropped," laughed the other Hunters, chanting it over and over again. The King Hunter cocked a rifle, forgetting to put the safety catch on.
"One Dies Or Both Die. Use Your Common Sense!" he chanted. The others laughed.
The King Hunter pushed Suli, she stumbled, but didn’t lose her balance. Suddenly, the rifle went off. The safety catch had flickered. The bullet went straight through Suli’s arm.
Suli screamed, and fainted. This time she did go down the cliff, taking Anita with her. As Suli and Anita fell to the sharp rocks below, Anita could still hear the chanting of The Hunters, the ones that had made Suli die, and made Anita die. The ones that called themselves Gods, and lived by their own rules. Them.


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