Part One
Randylynn Dauwn strolled along the edge of the dark blue, calm lake, asking questions to herself.
Like, why on the coldest days during the summer the sand is the only thing left warm from the sun?
Or, why when the sun sinks into the horizon, seagulls fly towards it and never away from it?
Gusts of bone-chilling wind blew against Randylynn's skin and made her shiver for a second or two.
She'd figured she should go inside because the navy clouds pulling her way seemed to threaten her.
She walked up the cemented pathway that took her to the back door of her Victorian house.
As she opened the door, dozens of people were placed in the downstairs living room, being toasted by the sparkling fire held in the fireplace.
Randylynn's mother came to her side, holding her shoulders.
"God, how long were you out there for? It's under 50 degrees and your wearing that?" She asked as she gazed up and down at Randylynn's thin white beach dress.
"I got used to it." Randylynn answered back.
"Go in the kitchen and make hot chocolate for everyone. Make about 20 cups." Mrs. Dauwn ordered her 16 year old daughter.
"Why is everyone even here, shouldn't they be out shopping or something?" Randylynn asked.
Her mother told her that a storm was coming their way and the people just wanted a safe place-just in case something were to happen." Mrs. Dauwn explained.
Randylynn rolled her eyes.
Her family owned an inn, Lighthouse Bed & Breakfast, off the shore of Kindel Bay near the Vackeria Lighthouse.
They got more tourists than every during the warm months and was obviously very busy during the entire summer.
Inside the inn was 10 separate rooms, 2 that the family owned.
Inside each room was almost just like a regular hotel room, except the beds was softer and the floral patterns along the ceiling gave the room gave a more welcome appearance to it.
Downstairs was the kitchen, dining room equip with 6 tables, each one had a tiny bouquet of fake roses and a hand-made menu.
After passing the front door, men and women bathroom, and staircase, was the living room.
Inside it was green couches, rocking chairs and a glass table set in the middle, in front of the large television.
The room was painted light green and was heated by the fireplace.
Even though this home was impressive, the weather around it was, sometimes, far from usual.
About every summer month the weather channel always announced that a storm was coming there way and they should gather supplies and head to the basement.
Those storms never actually came around to their side of the lake because it died out during the middle of its trip over the lake.