Bermuda

0.2

I opened the door of my cabin and the smell of apple pie filled the room. I looked around and noticed a few apple and cinnamon scented candles lying in various spots around the cabin which confirmed why the room smelled like that.

There was a blonde headed girl taking clothes out of her suitcase and throwing them around the room, her back was faced to me so she didn't acknowledge my presence. She groaned in frustration.

"Where is that dang shirt?" Her southern accent was thick.

"Uh, are you Sylvia Fitzgerald?" I asked.

She screamed then turned around and kept on screaming for a long time which was quite awkward. When she finally stopped screaming she said "Sweet sassafras! You scared me!"

"Oh...I didn't mean too...I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She took a deep breath before giving me a slight smile. "You must be Rhiannon. That is your name right? I'm usually really good with names but I've been a little out of it since I got here."

"Don't worry; you got it right." I smiled slightly.

She breathed out in relief. After speaking to her for a few minutes, I could already tell that she was the bubbly, never-shuts-up type.

I noticed that she had already picked her bed, leaving me the one closest to the window. I walked over to my bed, putting my suitcases on it.

"What're you looking for?" I asked, looking around the room. I noticed that there was a fire place, a couch and armchair and a TV. The cabin was pretty bare.

"Well, I was looking for this really cute pink shirt that I wanted to wear to the bonfire tonight and I just can't seem to find it anywhere." She sighed.

"There's a bonfire tonight?"

"Yeah, are you gonna go?" Sylvia asked, looking through her suitcases again.

"Sure." I shrugged. "I don't see why not."

I knew that if I was going to be staying here for two months then I'd better start making friends and being social

I unpacked my suitcase, putting my clothes in the drawer next to my bed, setting my iPod on my bedside table and setting my other necessities away.

"What are you wearing to the bonfire?" Sylvia asked.

"I have no idea." I admitted. "I think I'll just throw something on."

"You will do no such thing!" She gasped. "You have to look amazing. There are going to a boatload of cute boys there. You are single, right?"

"Yes." I laughed.

"So am I." She sighed. "I broke up with my boyfriend, Johnnie, a few months ago."

"I'm..sorry?" I said awkwardly. I mean, I liked Sylvia so far but I didn't really know her well enough to care about her boyfriend.

Maybe I was just insensitive. I don't know.

"I moved to California from Texas--I was born in Tennessee though--and we both agreed that we couldn't do the whole long distance thing." Her eyes started to water. "I mean, we can barely go minutes without making out."

"Oh..." I truly had no idea what to say to that.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be bombarding you with all my problems."