Half of everyone on the Island that belongs to the Montclair family woke up with a bad hangover. The other half woke up with this emptiness, which the sober half still felt but for different reasons.
"It's swim day, argh!!"
Rosita's scream woke the rest up with a heavy splash of water that would definitely hit the camera she was using to make a post.
"I'm on an island right now, buddies, catch that!" Rosita screamed, shaking her back for the camera and dunking herself back into the water.
Mila opened her eyes, then closed them. She rubbed her neck and turned to her side. The sun flashed a wink at her, causing Mila to groan and turn to the side.
The morning on the Island really was different. Mila could feel the cold air with the fresh scent of palm waft past her nose and the fresh waters crashing against the shore. It was different from the big city and the noise that followed every morning.
