OK! So I've been at a standstill lately cause 1) My 1st fanfiction was the worst. Hate it 100% 2) My second Fanfiction is at a standstill because my partner abandoned ship. D: So if any of Y'all want to message me ideas/if you want to help write that story with me that would be grand! OK! Now WARNING: This is based off of a weird dream I had the other night that I felt like would be a pretty good story. So if you don't like it, don't read it! :D Bless your hearts! Also in this story bold is me talking, this is the story, and this is someone's thoughts.

Mr. Haymows was having a very good day. He, the most unlucky man in his life, had won a vacation! An incredibly expensive, around the world, meet celebrities, cruise. He had surprised his lovely wife and kids, a son and daughter, making them count down the days till the cruise. Then the fateful day arrived, the day of departure. When they got there, it was even better than they had imagined. They were to sail on the S.S. Pelican, one of the most desired cruise ships to sail the seas!

He looked over at his wife who had placed a slender hand over her mouth smiling. "Isn't this fantastic Marie?" He asked her smiling at her obvious joy.

Pulling her children in a quick embrace she replied, "Oh Henry! This is fabulous! How did we ever get so lucky? What do you think of it Caleb?" she directed at her son.

"It's fine mom." Caleb said rolling his eyes but even he couldn't help smiling a bit. All three directed their gaze at the last Haymows, Lydia, who was being uncharacteristically quiet. "What do you think pip-squeak? Is it up to your standards?" Caleb mocked.

"I think it's fantastic" She replied sticking her tongue out at him. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him towards the dock. "We can't let it leave without us! Come on! We're going to be late!"

With a chuckle at his daughter's eagerness, Mr. Haymow picked up their bags and followed after.

The Next Day…..

After setting an agreed meeting time, The Haymow's separated for their personal exploration. Mrs. Haymow happily found the spa and massage center and after a quick change was relaxing in the hot tub. Caleb had found both an arcade and a DJ dance club. After checking out a couple of games, he slide into the dance club and started flirting with a group of girls. (A.N. At least he knows what he wants in life. XD) Much to the surprise of Mr. Haymow he discovered a bowling alley, he true passion, and was soon sending pins flying.

Much to the frustrations of Lydia, this "amazing cruise" didn't seem to have anything up her alley. There were no art studios, or art supplies in general. There weren't any animals aboard except a small purse dog that's crabby owner refused to let her touch. She thought of all her interests; arts, animals, archery, music, and swimming. Ah! She grinned, swimming! There's got to be a pool around here somewhere! She walked along the deck enjoying the breeze and the vast expanse of water.

She glanced around until she saw a group of about twelve kids. They looked a few years older than her but she didn't miss a beat, skipping over to them she asked, "Excuse me, do any of you know where there might be a pool?" They just ignored her and continued talking in their tight knit circle. Huffing, she squeezed in between two kids and said louder this time, "Anyone know where the pool is?!"

"Get lost kid!" The other kids sniggered as he pushed her aside. In that moment Lydia forgot about being the nice, perfect child, she only knew some jerk had been rude to her. She walked up behind the boy who was a good five inches taller than her and tapped him on the shoulder. At first he shrugged the light tap off but it wouldn't stop so turning around he tried to yell at whoever was being incredibly annoying. Unfortunately for him, all he saw was a fist flying at his face. He was out for a good five minutes. His friends turned to the person who had dared and succeeded to take out their friend. Standing there was a short girl wearing green rain boots, a pink dress, and braids.

Growling a different boy growled, "Get her!" the chase began. Sadly, wearing rain boots aren't the best for running away so she was caught quiet easily.

"What should we do with her?" The new leader asked his gang. Suggestions flew everywhere.

"Lock her in the closet!" one girl giggled.

"My dad's got a razor! We could shave her head!" An older boy grinned.

"Let's make her wear a collar and a leash!" One of the younger boys called out.

"No," a cold voice growled venomously. Everyone turned; it was the boy Lydia had punched cold. "We need to teach her a lesson she'll never forget. Something so humiliating she won't dare look us in the face again. Let's play a game. How does Pirates sound?" he said turning to Lydia with a wicked sneer on his face. She gulped; this couldn't be as innocent as it sounded.