1 PM. I stood up in front of the mirror. Putting the last touch of make up on my lips. A sweet watermelon lipstick color which suits the summer warmth that goes through my room’s window. 

I grabbed my bag and my straw hat once I heard this familiar voice calling out my name. I knew the voice came from someone who was standing at the other side of the front door. I put on my beach sandals and opened the door, then suddenly everything went black.