Kuki's POV

It was early in the morning, so I decided to go for a morning walk, despite the fact I had met so many people from my past here…I sighed. This trip brought back so many memories. I sat down at a small wooden bar just outside the walk. I sat there and stared into space. I kept sitting there before a drink appeared before me. It was yellow swirled with green and a lemon-lime thingy (it was a mix of a lemon and a lime- a Limon?) perched on top.

"Here." A familiar voice said. It was smooth and dripped of sugar and honey.

"…No thanks…" I mumbled, not even looking up.

"I insist!" the voice, well, insisted

I finally glanced up and almost yelled, "OH COME ON!" It was Ace. Of course I would see ANOTHER person I knew. Who next? Kenny? This annoyed me to no end. But I couldn't do that, so I accepted the drink and took a sip. It tasted of sugar and lemonade, with a swirl of lime. No surprise there. I roll my violet eyes then look at him when he speaks.

"Wanna go somewhere?" he asks. My first thought is to dump his sugary drink on his fancy shmancy hair and storm off. But I don't.

"…What?" I ask bluntly.

"You know…like a date…" he chuckles, and he thinks he's got me. But the only thing he has now is a wet and sticky hairdo- and part of his head. I grin as I walk away, leaving him shrieking in disgust and horror that 'Oh! I'll never look good again!' and, 'I'll get you Kuki Sanban!'

I turn to face him and say triumphantly, "That's Kuki Beatles now." and I leave him there with his soggy hair and shocked expression.

Fanny's POV

I yawn as I flick through the channels on TV. Nothing good is on… I sigh. Kuki is out, Rachel and Abby are still sleeping…I hop off the couch, destination in mind. I walk down the sandy shores, and, after asking a nice lifeguard with a cool hairdo where it is, I arrive at Lexi's house. I knock on the door, nervousness suddenly entering my body. I shift on my sandal clad feet and wonder if this is a good idea. Lexi opens the door.

"Hi, Fanny!" she says, grinning broadly and twisting her hair into a blue scrunchie.

"Hi, Lexi…" I say, shifting again. "Uh, I was wondering if, uh… you wanted to come to the beach with us again?" I ask.

"Um, I can't sorry! I have to take Christopher and Isaac to school, then I have to go to work…" she says, stepping out. An orange T-shirt is folded over her arm that reads in red block lettering, 'The Tattoo Palace!'.

"Aha." I say, staring at my feet. "Well, bye!" I say, sprinting down the beach. I slow down after I can't see Lexi's house anymore and sit on a decaying wood bench decorated with coral chunks. I sigh and wrap my fingers around a piece of red coral.

And scream when it feels like my hand is burning.

Abby's POV

I sigh as I stare at the glass tanks filled with water and fish, not to mention vegetation and other stuff fish need. I look at the fish. There is a small green fish with black fins swimming around a big orange one with a yellow head. Hiding in a coral formation is a scarlet fish with a green fin, but a dark green fish with a black head keeps trying to get in the coral. A light blue and white one is chasing a dark blue fish with a red head, and a light turquoise fish swims around a white and red one. I grin. This is kinda like how it was when we were kids.

"Ugh…I miss those times…" I sigh, staring intently at the scarlet fish that is finally peeking out at the dark green fish. The two fish swim together up towards the top of the tank and then the scarlet one hides back in the coral.

"Stop hiding! You know you love him~!" I tease the scarlet fish. I'm grateful that nobody is around to hear me tease the fish. I sigh and go back outside, and breath in the air.

"So, are you like a fish whisperer?" I hear a familiar feminine voice ask, malice and darkness filling in the gaps.

Rachel's POV

"Good morning!" I yell off the porch. A few grumbles reach my ears and I sheepishly go back inside. I head outside, tugging on a blue jacket. I glance up at the sky. Black and gray clouds were swirling together to form a weird mush color. I tug the jacket closer around me. Even though it's supposed to be perfect weather in Jamaica, there was a kind of rainy aura about the beach today, and the wind was sharp and cold.

"Uhn…" I mumble, as the wind jerks the hood on my jacket. I notice a table covered with a purple tablecloth. An old woman sat behind the table, pulling her gray shawl around her shoulders.

"Are you okay?" I ask the woman, walking over to her.

"Yes, yes… but you aren't." she says. I look at her strangely.

"…Excuse me?" I say.

"You heard me."

"…?"

"Listen…how many of you and your friends and kids are here?" she asks.

"Uh, me and Nigel, Fanny and Patton, Kuki and Wally, Abby and Hoagie, Yaz, Candy, Davie, Sadie, Jack, Alli, Nik, Lily, Zane…Do Lexi, Christopher and Isaac count?" I ask.

"…Yes."

"Then that makes twenty people." I say.

"Well, there will be a storm." She said, looking at the sky. Then she leveled her glance with me, "And two of you will die."