Los Angeles

It's a bright day in Los Angeles, Kat had just arrived here from her actual home, over 6,000 miles way. She didn't enjoy the weather too much, as she was used to downcast Scotland weather. She still had her Sleeping With Sirens shirt, dark jeans, and brown hoodie on. As here in L.A. it's free, Kat wasn't excluded from anything due to being a more animal sort.

Liz isnt use to the warm and bright atmosphere, she's use to the busy city of NYC. Yet there she is laying on a blanket on the beach wearing a black blink 182 tshirt and green shorts. Headphones are in her ear blasting away so she can drown out everything around her. No one talks to her because of her weird point of views of life.

Kat got a taxi down to the beach, as her brother wanted to see the beach. It took the taxi driver a few times to get the location right, but she got there none the less. She called her brother, but he did not pick up, she knew what happened. Her family had been taken, and probably sold to England's slave trade. She broke down, crying, a tidal wave of tears. She noticed someone in the next 10 yards, but did not approach.

I sit up and think about jumping into the water but decides against it instead I dig my feet deeper into the sand. I take out a coke from my bag and take a sip. I giggle as I see a cute guy wearing some band shirt walk by, I shake my head knowing nothing will happen.

I get up, and walk along the ocean shore, wondering what's going on back home. 'I hope that Max is alright, if she's gone I don't know what I'd do.' I thought, I notice the girl from earlier, 'she reminds me of Max. I miss her so damn much. Oh god it's happening, bathroom, bathroom, where the hell is the bathroom.' I think this half going into depression, and a panic attack. "Why, why when I just get here, I wanted the hell out of there, they hate my kind. Max, god I love her, if she's dead...' I notice someone come into the bathroom, I don't realize who it is, as the sun is bright behind the person.