Something Fishy

Let me tell you something about washing up on shore. It's cold. Like really, really, hypothermia inducing cold. Of course, maybe the fact that I washed up naked has something to do with that...

Either way, the cold and nakedness aren't important right now. It's why it was so cold that's important.

You see, when I made that stupid deal with my aunt (who just happens to be half squid and completely evil), I included passage to a beach. What I didn't specify was where exactly I wanted to be dropped of. Which Is how I ended up on this beach. Alone. Cold. Naked. And incredibly Hungry.

The waves crashed upon the sand, and the grey sky loomed overhead threatening rain and even more misery.

Great, Just great. Rain is exactly what I need. Aunt Lucy could have left me on a beach in Louisiana, or Spain. Instead, i'm... here... wherever that is...

It was my first day on land, something I'd always dreamed of, and where was I? Lying face down in the sand, right where the waves has thrown me.

Think Mal, think of all those TV shows you saw hanging around those boats? Would Aria Montgomery just sit around? Would Regina George? Not without being mentioned in the Burn Book.

I looked around for a sign, anything really, that might tell me where exactly I was. I spotted a dock off to my left and decided to give it a try. I pushed myself off the sand and brushed my bright red hair of my face. Strange, surrounded by the bright corals and neon fish, It had seemed so natural back at home. Now, it just highlighted what I was to this new land: a stranger.

As I walked towards the poles underneath the dock, thinking I could go around and get out of the sand dunes on the other side, I took in the beach. The dock, weathered and grey, sat alone on the beach, with only one car in the lot. It just felt so lonely.

I walked, completely lost in my thoughts, absorbing all the sights and smells of this strange place, and enjoying the way the sand squished under my feet.

"FEET! I have Feet! I can walk! I can dance! I haven't even face planted yet, and girls always seems to do that on tele-"

I spun around and around, amazed by the fact that I could stand. I stopped and turned around, just in time to see a boy holding a Frisbee running backwards towards me, a dog right behind him. He started to turn, just as we crashed, sending us both awkwardly into the sand. We landed awkwardly, him on top of me. All I could think of was how warm he was.


Then I remembered I was naked.

Notes

Do you like Mal? Is there anything You desperately need to know? I think I'll give a little more backstory in the next few chapters, and I promise all the boys will be coming soon. Which boy do you think she just met?