"Stop there, matey!" She played as her black Labrador stopped dead in his manoeuvre, his large, playful brown eyes looking back at her, as if to say "what is it?!"
Bridgette Masadonia was a 12 year old girl, her hair golden brown, and her blue eyes as the sea was that surrounded her on her own island.
The tropical island was her own, where she was alone: that was how she liked it. No pollution, no cars, no rules. Total freedom. This was the way she chose; she had the power to return to her home place, to be in a proper home at night, but no. No good leader should leave their own kingdom. Not unless there was a true reason...
Her live hadn't always been alone, no. Only it was the way she acted, the way her mind could see adventure in the smallest of things- this is not any story;
This is the story of Bridgette Masadonia.
