Chapter One
I sat in the luxurious leather seat of my private jet, twiddling my thumbs. A mere couple of hours ago, I had gotten my hair dyed indigo, just like I had wanted for who knows how long, only to be scolded by my parents for doing such a "scandalous" thing. My steel-toed boots clanked on the metal floor as they tapped on the ground. I slid on my shades to hide my glimmering dark-brown eyes.
"Would you hurry it up? We don't have all day! I need to be in Peru by 8 o'clock TONIGHT!" I screamed at the pilot. He nodded quickly and ran into his pilot's seat, knowing that I was already angry and I would only get angrier if we were late.
"Some people," I muttered under my breath. I felt the engine start up, and the jet took off. I went onto YouTube and browsed through my latest music videos.
Not like I have anything better to do, I told myself.
I walked up to the pilot after three hours and put my hands on my hips. "Why aren't we in Peru yet?" I screeched, irritated.
"Miss Zabrina, I went the wrong way for a while before I discovered Peru was the way opposite to the way I was going," he explained. I just stood there for a second, blinking, before my outburst.
"HOW COULD YOU GO THE WRONG WAY, YOU FOOL?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "You know what? Forget this!"
I stormed over to the exit of the plane and grabbed a parachute. My bodyguards ran after me, but I had already thrown open the door and jumped into the sky.
I am the daughter of a rich family.
My family always expects perfection from me, but I hate the posh, glamorous life I was tossed into without warning. I saw people my ae who could freely do whatever they wanted – but I was forced to be mature and refined, although my soul burned for something, anything exciting.
I was headed to Peru to join my parents during their business dinner with the head of some important company CEO. After the whole debacle with my hair, they shamelessly said they didn't want to look at me any longer than they needed to.
But I decided something. I didn't want to be forced to pretend that everything was perfect anymore. I wanted to screw my parents over in the worst way possible. I wanted to call them out on their horribly absurd parenting skills.
So... that's why I leaped from the plane.
I got off the ground, somewhat dazed. I rubbed my head and brushed off the sand on my clothes. I looked around and saw nothing but ocean and palm trees.
"Where in the world am I?" I asked myself, wandering around. "Is this a deserted island or something?"
I continued to stumble around aimlessly, before I finally bumped into someone.
"Oh, someone's here at last! I've been stranded on this island for years!" the person exclaimed. I got a good look at him, and a scream of shock escaped through my lips.
"Y-you're a penguin," I stuttered, pointing a finger at him in disbelief.
"…Yes, I am," he replied to my statement, looking at me like I was insane. Yes, because it's perfectly normal to be a talking penguin!
"But you can talk!" I yelled, horrified. I stumbled backwards a little.
"Yes, I can. Well, anyway, my name is Boomer. What's your name?" he asked me.
I attempted to respond, but my lips quivered until my body began to shake.
What's going on? I asked myself, immediately before I fainted.