Issac King's Story

Zaria couldn't help but gape at the house. "Oh my freaking gosh," she mumbled, leaving her bags and completely forgetting everything else in life. She rushed into the house and looked around. It was so modern and pretty, with so many windows to see the California scenery. Maybe it could help her get a tan too! She hardly noticed or realized that there were others here. She was too excited.

Issac groaned and looked at the bags that his sister had left. Great, now he was going to have to pick those up too. He sighed and made his way into the house, then found the nearest open guys' room and set his bags down. He stretched, ready to meet somebody. By somebody, he meant someone like him and not the whole group of kids that were roaming around doing who knows what.

He grabbed his sister's bags from outside and set them by the front door, then headed to the kitchen. Food was always good.

Zaria put her bags in a room and noticed a group of people around the pool. She quickly changed into her swim suit, a one piece with black and white stripes. She grinned and rushed outside, but didn't want to seem too desperate for attention. But hey, she was just as excited as everybody else here. She smiled and sat down at the edge of the pool, looking around. She recognized some of the kids, but wasn't really friends with any of them. Conversations were evrywhere and she couldn't pick one to follow.

Issac looked up as somebody walked into the kitchen, but then left. He shrugged and made himself a sandwich, then headed outside and sat down a bit away from everybody else. He was content with his snack.