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So there are all these people...on an island somewhere, where they're not even supposed to be. And everyone's, like, okay with it. It's got to be some kind of an act. You'd think that nobody who gets forced to go somewhere that they don't want to go could shrug it off like it's not a big deal, except people here are always smiling. And swimming. And building huts that look like they should be in a book.
I wish somebody would let me in on what the big deal is about this place.
Angela, having spent the majority of her time in the island indoors, had finally started exploring. Today, however, 'exploring' actually meant that she was on the beach sitting on an old beach towel, her face hidden behind a copy of Dicey's Song by Cynthia Voigt. It was a decent book, about these kids and their grandmother. To be honest, Angela was mostly just glad that the bookshelf had stopped trying to give her geometry books.
Once she'd read so much that the words almost started to blur, she looked over the top of the book to watch someone walk down the beach. Angela didn't realize she was staring until they glanced over at her, and she quickly looked down again, hoping that she hadn't been seen.
I wish somebody would let me in on what the big deal is about this place.
Angela, having spent the majority of her time in the island indoors, had finally started exploring. Today, however, 'exploring' actually meant that she was on the beach sitting on an old beach towel, her face hidden behind a copy of Dicey's Song by Cynthia Voigt. It was a decent book, about these kids and their grandmother. To be honest, Angela was mostly just glad that the bookshelf had stopped trying to give her geometry books.
Once she'd read so much that the words almost started to blur, she looked over the top of the book to watch someone walk down the beach. Angela didn't realize she was staring until they glanced over at her, and she quickly looked down again, hoping that she hadn't been seen.