Miranda tucked a piece of her dark hair as the warm, soft wind hit her face. She was sitting on the shore, wearing a white, cotton dress that ended near her small ankles. Her toes were manicured from a couple days before. She was just lounging on the beach with the blistering sun striking her lightly tanned skin.
Miranda was thinking, how many other people were on the island. She thought about Ginger's wedding which was coming up soon. But most of all, she was thinking of her sisters. She was worried, hoping they were alright, and that they wouldn't worry too much. Miranda wanted off this island, she wanted to go back to taking care of her four month old sister, and living with her older sister who she always looked up to.
She sighed, brushing sand off of the palm of her hands.