Ali POV "So where are we going again?" I whispered to the sandy-blond boy sitting next to me, trying to stir up conversation on the awkwardly silent party boat. "Some island resort or something," He whispered back, folding a brochure featuring a picture of an obviously photoshopped, curvy woman on a white sandy beach. "Cool," I replied. Why were they taking us to an island resort as if we had won a game show or something? I only heard the news a couple days ago, through a suspicious letter typed on gaudy, peacock feather-patterned paper that smelled like old people. Normally, I wouldn't concern myself with palpable prank letters such as this one, but it was too interesting to ignore. I had to check it out.
LINDA POV I examined the brochure in my lap and giggled at it's fakeness. "We're almost there!" A loud shout came from the captain's cabin. I looked to where the ship was headed and saw a fairly small, lush island with perfect beaches. No one was enjoying the blissful sun on the sand. Was this a private island?