Chapter – A trip

The measured words of a girl's voice told the tale.

"Lānaʻi, the Pineapple Isle. Not just called Pineapple Isle since it has sugarcane too. Sugar-Pine Isle or Pine-Cane Isle… whichever you like to call it. I would love if my dad… well not really my dad, but glad he took my in under his arms. Though we had a bad start, but glad to be with him and his beloved turned wife. I wish he could make use of pineapples for his jam and jellies."

Trails of stars lit the dark depths of the ocean, glittering on the surface as a pigeon soared free as wind whistled round. Another did the same. The third one was desperate to catch a piece of bread. A group of teenagers stood while some walked about and admired the scenery of the seaside. The sun hung low from the clouds. A teen girl with shoulder length sandy hair held pictures of Lilo and Stitch.

"We're in the home of Lilo." she cheered.

"Uh, I thought Lilo was in Kaua'i." another girl of African descent corrected.

"Don't be absurd! Lilo is in Lānaʻi."

"And I'm saying Lilo is in Kaua'i."

"Lānaʻi."

"Kaua'i."

"Lānaʻi."

"Kaua'i."

"Lānaʻi, Kaua'i, Maui, a lot of a'is this island has. Say it! It has a nice Japanese sound to it." said a handsome teen boy with smooth looking hair interrupted.

The third pigeon spotted the piece of bread. People's movements constantly hindered it from getting the piece of bread. A hand tossed the bread for the pigeon to catch it and it flew away. The hand belonged to an eighteen years old girl with brown hair that is tied in a ponytail with a white hair tie, brown eyes and black square-rimmed.

"Ah, I would love to enjoy my holiday in Lānaʻi. Imagine a country full of pineapples!" Margo stepped forward. Hers was the voice of the narration, but she spoke directly now.

It appeared to be a trip in Lānaʻi. As Margo decided to take pictures of the horizon, she felt someone pushed (literally) her.

"Sorry! My bad." said the teen boy.

As she started to shoot the picture, the next teen boy got in her way. She felt she mistimed her shot. As she was about to leave, she suddenly got swept off her feet. The boys and girls laughed at her.

As an Ixil teen boy was about to get hit by a car, but a boy jumped in to save him to which he grumbled.

"That girl with glasses should have been the one to save me."

"Who?"

"That girl with glasses should have jumped in to save me. Instead you saved me."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Last time, she saved me when I was about to fall in the mud. Or the other time, she stopped me from slipping on the floor. Now, he didn't do anything. I guess he's blind."

"I saved you. I think you should be grateful."

"THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WORKS!" shouted the Ixil boy.

This exacerbated an argument between girls and boys, leaving Margo aghast. Unable to do anything, except feeling helpless, Margo took this as an opportunity to take pictures of her desired subjects only for her camera to break. Upset by this, she felt saddened. There came a woman's voice.

"Alright, boys, girls, let's get in the bus!"

Reluctantly, Margo stepped in the bus. As the engines started, it gave a throaty roar and with that, the bus left. The boys constantly bullied her. She muttered to herself.

"This is why I hate boys."