Everything had been a dark, cruel world. Even Marisa's parents didn't know how she felt, as they were wild Indians. They lived on the small island of Mushroom Island, covered in jungle. Marisa had always belonged to the big city.
The sun heated her dark head, as she had now fully inherited her father's hair. The summer air mixed with the ocean waves, making her hair frizz all over.
"Hey, Maris! Done pretending you were a guy?" Emma, her cousin joked. She had white blond hair, longer than her mother's. On top of it was a cowboy hat, which her father had bought her not long ago. She wore a long, white dress and her hair tied with a silver ribbon.
"You wish," Marisa answered, grinning.
"Teddy's looking for you. He wants to make sure your not leaving till he turns eighteen."
"Whatever. The only reason I have to leave is for a love life, which we both know is what I don't need."
"You kidding me?! That Kelly kid seems your type."
"Haha. Real funny, Emms."
Emma skipped off, just as she always did when she ran out of insulting stuff to say.
Marisa sat down at a small bench, and dozed off. Her dream was of a young man, but she couldn't make out his features. The blurred vision left her, leaving nothing but darkness.