LOTF: girl version

   Panting and speechless, Rhonda turned around with a sinking feeling in her chest.  She knew that there was no use in starting the fire, trying to get the ship's attention.  It was most likely long gone by now. After the initial shock of this realization wore off, Rhonda got angry.  She turned to see Patti, Marti , and Sylvia staring at her in the same disbelieving state she had just exited.
  Coming up the mountain was Jannelle and her followers.  They had the woven baskets held high upon there heads, each was filled with the pinks skin of the fruit from the tall trees that had been haunting them for days.
Jannelle and her girls all started speaking at once when they saw the others.
"We did it!"
"It really wasn't that hard at all!"
"You guys missed all the fun!"
But after seeing the cold look on the other parties faces their words slowed and became inaudible.
"You stupid witch. Your job was to watch the fire. Why do you think I gave you that job huh?  It;s because you're clearly too useless to do anything else! Congratulations! You've managed to ruin your one task, and for what? Fruit?!? WE ALREADY HAVE FRUIT YOU MORON! What is so special about this kind huh? Your the reason we're still here!" screamed Rhonda.
   Shocked Jannelle tried to piece together what had triggered this tirade. So what the fire went out? they could just start it again.
But before she could begin to question the attack Rhonda had calmed down enough to speak once more " A ship came by. We didn't have smoke so they didn't see us."
Although she wasn't yelling her anger was still written all over her face. When Jannelle heard this she couldn't possibly own up to this as her fault so she turned on Patti.
"It's not my fault! If that fat cow didn't eat so much we wouldn't have had to go get more fruit! Why don't we just kill her and save us from any possible problems in the future?"
She moved towards Patti like an animal stalking her pray. She circled her and continued with a stream of insults, clearly meaning to make every one's anger settle on the weakest of the group.