Lyssa's POV (point of view)

'Wow, what hit me?' I thought as I landed on what felt like sand. I looked at it and I did see sand. It felt soft like powdered sugar and looked like it was practically bleached white. What the hell was sand doing in the Airport? I looked around and whispered to myself, "I am so not in New York any more."

"Sarah, why are we in New York?" asked someone behind me. I jumped a foot into the air, screamed and landed on my butt. It sounded like a boy.

"Who is Sarah?" I asked looking at the boy. He was really cute.

Boys. Gotta love them.

"You're not Sarah," he said.

"No duh. How did you figure that out Sherlock?" I asked sarcastically.

"Who is Sherlock? I'm James, James Hiller" he said. Ok, he was dumber than Woody Connor and Vanessa Porter, the dumbest and meanest people in my class. And they didn't know their times tables. But they are as rich as the Queen of England. You get the picture. Wait a minute. Did he say Hiller?

"Hey, my name is Hiller too. Alyssa Hiller. But I don't have a relative named James. Just dad and Aly." Ok why was I telling him this. There are so many things wrong with that. First I don't trust many people. Second he was a stranger. Third he was taller than me and probably stronger.

"Well, nice meeting you. Do you know where we are? All I know is that I was picking up my bag so I wouldn't forget it when I went on a trip and I blacked out," he said looking at his bag then at her three bags.

"I don't know. But by the looks of the blue water the bleached sand and the jungle behind you," as she said that he turned and looked at it. "I would say we are on an island in the Pacific Ocean or the Bahamas."

"The whatas?" he asked confused.

"A place near/in the Gulf of Mexico. I thought everyone new that ever since 4th grade. Where are you from anyway?"

"Philadelphia. I'm a journalist at Dr. Franklin's Newspaper."

"Dr. Franklin? Dr. Benjamin Franklin," I asked disbelievingly. Did this guy think he was from the 1770's or something? (A/N: YES :P).

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Dr. Franklin's been dead for over 200 years. He died in like 1790 or something."

"1790? Its not even 1775 yet."

"It's past that where I come from. Its 2004, almost 2005."

"This will be a great story. If you're from the future then you know if America is independent. Is it?" He asked it like if I said no he would die.

"Yeah," I said. I couldn't let him just die. If I was going to live I would need a guy to get me food and talk to and I would feel bad about killing him.

"REALLY! This is great. Wait until Sarah hears this. She'll be so mad. I can see it now."

"Ok, James. If you tell anyone, they will think you are crazy and keep you locked in you room and the only human contact you will have is when they give you food. Do you want that?" I asked carefully so he would understand. He shook his head. An upset look was on his face because he couldn't rub it in this Sarah girl's face. They sounded like me and Aly. I was starting to miss her and dad. This wouldn't have happened to me if I hadn't had run away.

"I guess so. Anyway, Alyssa, why were you packed up? I was going on a trip with my friends Sarah and Henri."

"I was, um, running away from my home," I said nervously. "But you keep talking about a girl named Sarah. Who is she? And who is Henri?"

"Sarah's this British girl who was living with Dr. Franklin because her mother sent her and Henri is a 9-year-old French boy who also lives with us."

"Oh, ok then. We should probably look around the beach to see if other people are here too."

So we picked up our bags and since James only had one bag so he picked up one of my bags. In one of my bags there were chips, drinks, some chocolate, LOTS of gum, and a couple of sandwiches. What? I'm a growing girl and I have a fast metabolism.

After a couple of hours I got hungry, we sat down and I pulled out a sandwich.

"What's that?" he asked. At first I thought that he was looking at something that wasn't my sandwich, but then I remembered what year he was originally from.

"It's a sandwich. The Earl of Sandwich invented it. You just put two slices of bread together and put something eatable in the middle. Then you eat it," I explained. "You want one?" I asked handing him the other.

"Sure, why not," he said taking it. He took a bite out of it and smiled. Aly's smile. For a second I thought he could be like my 10-great grandpa. But that didn't make sense.

Unless I was suppose to change something that happens in James' life that could danger the whole world or something. But wouldn't I have gotten a warning in a dream or something?

"This is good," he said taking another bite out of it.

"I'm glad you like it." After we finished our sandwiches we got up and started looking around the island. It was huge. After an hour had gone by I took off my flip flops and started walking in the water. It was as warm as a bath. I guess that's what happens in these tropical places.

"What's in that cage?" James asked about 23 minutes later.

I walked onto the shore and asked him, "Do you really want to see? Alright."

I put the cage down and I pulled out Ringo and put him on my shoulders. "This is Ringo. He is my little baby. In other words he's my pet and I love him."

James looked so scared. "Alyssa, why do you have a great big snake for a pet?"

"He is cool. And he scares my sister."

"And he scares me. Could you put him away, please? Thank you."

So I put on my shoes and we started walking again. I think it was around four o'clock when I stopped and asked, "Do you remember were we started?"

Then he looked alarmed. "No, we could be circling the island and not knowing were we started." He sounded like my sister when she lost her day planer once.

I looked on the sand and saw something very familiar, "Hey, what is this."

"It looks like messed up signature. A-b-b-y H-i-l-, hey is this your sister?" he asked without saying the rest of the last name.

"Yeah. That means my sister is here," I said excitedly. After that I saw people running in the distance. They all had luggage with them. One was my height and was wearing a long dress but it want fancy looking, the one in the middle looked no older than eight or nine had a short fancy pink dress on, it puffed out and was up to the mid-thigh. And the third was wearing a knee length skirt and a blazer on. I knew her. She was my younger twin sister, Aly.