Ron was actually the first one up today. I don't know why, but I found him out on the beach just sitting there, his eyes fixed on the horizon, like a dog waiting for it's owner to come home. He's probably homesick, we all are. Or maybe he's longing for a naco. Or a chimburrito. You know I could actually go for one, even though they can look disgusting and are un-healthy. Despite what Ron says.
I'm so bored now! If I were home right now, I'd probably be at cheerleading or at the movies, or on a mission or at Bueno Nacho or something! I can't read my fashion magazines because they are out of season. This week I was suppose to get a new one, but now I'm stranded on Possible Island with a depressed friend and a rodent! Oops, Rufus heard me. I bet the tweebs are convincing my parents I'm with a boy, but mom and dad know that isn't what I'm doing. They are looking for us in the wrong places. If they are looking for us.
I got to go talk to Ron and find out what is wrong. And I began to do just that. I stepped down on the warm sand and stepped to where the waves began to end.
"Hey." I started. Ron just turned and looked at me with wide brown eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, I guess, just a little homesick." He paused as he kicked the sand, "Kim, when I started doing the whole secret agent thing, I thought we would beat some baddies, travel the world, maybe even get hurt some. But it would all have a happy ending. This time, this time is different. Kim, we could be here the rest of our lives, did you think of that?" I could see Ron beginning to cry some.
"I would Ron, but something tells me, we are going to get rescued. I don't know when, or how. Or even if we are going to escape ourselves, but, we are going to be rescued."
