The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Author's Note: I have just finished reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain. My favorite chapter was when Tom and Becky were trapped in the cave, and this was from Tom's point of view, so I decided to look at the story from Becky's point of view.

I never thought we'd get trapped. I was almost certain he knew the way. Tom had always been brave through my eyes, and wherever I went, as long as he was with me, I felt safe. This is where I thought wrong.

The night so far had been everything I'd dreamed it would be. Tom took me on a picnic, and we left the others by the boat. I was sure none of it was real, I was sure it was some sort of fantasy. Then, he showed me a path, and I followed, even though my skirt was definitly not fit for this sort of journey. Tom slid through a hole in the big rock wall and then helped me through it. The trouble began somewhere close to here.

We entered the cave, the large and powerful cave. It ALMOST felt romantic until the bats swarmed in around us. Tom grabbed my hand and took me running with him. We ran faster and faster, reaching maximum speed when one of the bats knocked out the flame in my candle. By the time we escaped the bats, we had no idea where we were and I was past worried. A quick thought popped into my mind, a thought that I felt I needed to share. I said, "Why, I didn't notice, but it seems ever so long since we've seen any of the others."

"Come to think, Becky, we are away down below them-and I don't know how far away north, or south, or east, or which ever it is. We couldn't hear them here."

I stared aghast at the walls which seemed to be closing in on us. I was definitely scared." Can you find the way, Tom? It's all mixed-up crookedness to me."

"I reckon I could find it-but then the bats. If they put out both of our lights it will be an awful fix. Let's try not to go through there." He pointed to the large corridor we had just exited.

We wandered in circles for a while. Miserable, never-ending circles. Tom would find a new room of the cave every few minutes, and I would watch his face looking for an expression to cheer me up. By this point I was cold, tired, and hungry. Tom swore. When I looked up at him, he told me he had forgot to mark the places we'd been. Now, I was just about done, I wanted myself out of this cave, a full belly, and my friends again. I laid myself down on the disgusting ground, and cried.

Tom looked down at me. He didn't know what to do with me, and eventually guilt got the best of him. He started blaming and abusing himself. It got terrible, he was practically beating himself. After a few minutes, I finally came to my senses. I stood up and sat next to him, I told him I would follow him wherever he might lead if only he would not talk like that anymore. For he was no more to blame then me.

After some time of wandering aimlessly, in no direction at all, I fell to the ground. Tom sat down net to me and placed his candle in the center of us.

I said,"Tom, I'm hungry!"

He took something out of his pocket and said, "Remember this?"

Of course I did! It was our wedding cake from the picnic we'd had earlier. "It's hardly any but I am so glad you have it."

He divided it and I gobbled mine down, while he took small bites. He mumbled something about someone coming for us soon, and it took all the hope I had left to believe that.

Hours later, Tom decided to wait it out. I lay down to die and slowly fell asleep. Tom went out exploring but promised to come back. A few minutes, maybe hours later, Tom came back to me screaming. He dragged me up and said he'd heard someone. He showed me a platform that led to outside the cave. He called it his "jumping off place" he jumped off and waited to catch me.

A few days later, Tom visited me at my house. I was under the care of my Mother, who had been extremely worried. Tom's aunt had also been worried sick, but not as much as my own Mother. When we were rescued, we didn't shed a tear, we were overjoyed to be found but we didn't show it. We were heroes now. All the other children worshiped us. They asked if they could come into the cave with us next time. I shook my head and held back the fear. Tom and I walked the streets together, we were safe, we were living, and we were famous.

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Author's Note: This is a Mixbook of one of the books I've read called And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie. I recommend it to you if you like murder mysteries. This project may not give you a very good summary of the book, but it is hard to explain and even I don't know all of its secrets.