OK, I hope for it to get interesting in this first REAL chapter... It was in first person at the beginning only to give you a better understanding (which i hoped worked).

Silent. Thats what described the island. Myah laied motionless along the beach. Thinking what to do next. They would be after her, she knew that much. She pondered for a moment, sand running through her fingers and ocean waves barely touching her feet. She was thinking. About what though? Honestly, she had never really thought in her life, just did. She turned a burried her head in the sand. Her small boat was no where in site. Well, I don't think you could actually call it HER boat...

The young girl looked up at the sky. The wind was nothing but a whisper. Nothing but a ever changing person, someone who can't make up their mind.

"Where am I going with my life?" She thought aloud. "Nowhere." Her conscience replied. She snorted out loud.

She didn't even hear him behind her. The suddle boy had nothing but curiosity. She still remainded on her back. He walked up to her slowly, and suprisingly put his head over top of her, blocking the sun and laughed.

Maya, caught by suprise, jumped to her feet and wrenched out her pocket knife. Holding it out fiercly, she slowly walked backward.

His lips turned from a smile to a frown. His tanned body glisened in the sun. Myah didn't know if he spoke english or not. He had no shirt, and his chest was muscular. All he had was some torn shorts and a spear in his hand.

"Why?" He questioned, his face remaining a frown. He had a slight acccent, but appered to speak english well enough.

"I think you know why," she replied bitterly.

"Woah," he said said placing both palms in front of him. "I don't wish to hurt you."

Myah didn't relax. She stayed at a distace, not prepared to be friends with this guy anythime soon. She examined his face. His thick eyebrows stayed in an intense frown.

She sighed and threw her knife up and down. She looked to the sand falling in-between her toes. "I need... help. Please." She said, still looking at her toes.

The young boy searched her face. He slowly walked up to her and softly grabbed her her arm. "Come."

He started to run itno the forest, every once and a while looking back at her. The world was a green paradise. Even though it was a really obvious part of the island, Myah noticied a large mountain. Looking into more detail, she gasped. It was a volcano!

The brush whipped against her legs and arms. She was already exauhsted.

They came to a clearing, and Myah gasped once again. It was beautiful. The sun rised softly on the horizon, and the lake was aqua blue, shimmering delicatly against the small green feild. There were many people, more than she had ever seen on an island so small. We walked into the village. Pots hanged from the rafters of the small timber roofs, and the tall grass broken from people walking. Each person stared at her, making Myah feel more awkward then ever.