I hope that you all enjoy my new story! This story, however, is not my priority at the moment. My Ouran High School Host Club fanfic is. If you want to read that one, go check out my profile! It's based on me and my best friend.

By the way, Chelsea's outfit is on my profile page ;) I know it looks old, but that's her character... for now anyways *cue mysterious chuckle*

She glanced at the word count at the bottom of the page. Words:0. She sighed as she glared at the blank Word document, willing it to somehow magically develop into a magnificent scoop for her column. Its emptiness mocked her unfocused mind and taunted her inability to produce an interesting story.

What is my topic again? she cynically thought to herself, … Oh right, exploit the cold hard truth in a captivating way to my truth-seeking readers who have short attention spans. Easy-peasy.

Sighing once more, she turned her gaze to her window. She peered out of it and smirked to herself.

"What a nice view," she thought out loud sarcastically.

Swarms of rude pedestrians walked out of turn, yelling crude indecencies at the drivers. Various venders attempted to sell their products to bystanders who ignored their pleas. Pick pocketing wasn't uncommon; seemingly innocent gestures that strangers make could make you lose quite a bit of cash. Just a normal day in New York City.

She raised her perfectly manicured hands and rubbed her temples; slowly breathing in and out, she tried to refocus her attention to the task at hand: exposing the truth, her job as a journalist.

"Need this," a voice called out from behind her.

The frustrated journalist spun her computer chair around to face the intruder. The woman handed her a cup of coffee.

"Thanks Patty, I really need this," she inhaled the scent and savored the moment when warmth danced across her taste buds.

"No problem Chelsea. You deserve it, you work too hard," Patty replied.

Chelsea raised her eyebrow quizzically, "No I don't. If anything, I need to work harder."

Patty rolled her eyes, "No, you need a vacation. Even you own doctor told you that you need to rest."

"I'll take a rest when I'm done with this piece that I've been working on," she whined.

Patty slammed her fist down on the wooden desk, "Damn it Chelsea! You work too hard. As your boss… and mother, I am ordering you to take a vacation."

"Jeez mom, I didn't know you'd ever play the 'I'm your boss' card on me," Chelsea chided and rose her hands in mock defeat, "Even if I were to take a vacation, where would I even go?"
Patty smiled and chuckled, "I already took care of that Sweetheart. You haven't visited your Aunt Mirabelle in quite some time, so I made plans for you to visit her."

"I don't recall ever meeting her…" Chelsea began but was interrupted.

"It was about 20 years ago Darling. It's in a… rural area, but it will be good for you, a nice place to rest and enjoy nature."

Chelsea sighed and shook her head, "You know that nature and I are natural enemies."

"Chelsea, you're going and that's final. Tomorrow afternoon you'll leave for the Sunshine Islands."

Chelsea pouted, "But I haven't even packed yet."

"Already done, Sweetpea! Your sister even let you borrow some of her clothes!"

Chelsea's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, "SHE PACKED HER CLOTHES FOR ME?"

Patty giggled, "It's about time you dressed more feminine like your sister anyways."

"Feminine is one thing, a stripper is a whole different level," Chelsea screamed, "And anyways, I like the way I dress. Don't be a hater."

Her mother looked at Chelsea's black slacks and matching blazer with distain.

"Don't get your tampon in a twist, the visit will only last a couple months," Patty reproached.

Chelsea moaned, "Can I at least work a little bit while I'm there? Let's say I find a good scoop there, could I take some minor notes?"

Patty sighed in frustration but gave in, "Fine. Only if it's a good story. Heaven knows we'll need one for this paper."

Chelsea smiled triumphantly and turned back to her work.

Suitcase in one hand and laptop in the other, Chelsea boarded the deserted cruise-like ship. Wandering through the halls, she looked for her room so that she could set her luggage down. With every step the wooden floor boards would creak, sending a shiver down her spine. Slightly freaked out by the absence of other passengers plus the creepy noises, she hurried to her room. Chelsea tossed her luggage inside the room and hurried to the deck, embracing the fresh air with arms wide open. Her black peep-toed pumps clacked as she made her way to the railing. Today she decided to wear something more casual but still maintaining her usual refined look; she donned a light green wool sweater and light grey capris. As the island neared she observed its quite size. The island's beauty however, made up for its small size. Vibrant green foliage added the island's liveliness.

In the midst of her awe, the ship had docked and the captain was growing impatient. He slowly wandered over to her and tapped her shoulder.

"Miss, this is your stop, correct."
She jumped in surprise but was able to nod once she regained her composure.

"Just give me a moment to go retrieve my luggage," Chelsea said.

"Already, done Miss. Enjoy your stay at the Sunshine Islands!" he hollered as he walked away.

She strode toward her luggage that awaited her at the dock. With luggage in hand, she confidently stepped onto the sandy shore. And fell.

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