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Dear Diary,
Hey, it's me again, I guess I have a lot to say. I have an idea, let's start on the day my life was changed.
"Eliza. We're here." Zoe said to her younger sister, whose face was stuck in her diary.
"Okay, thanks Zo," Eliza said, giving a small smile.
They walked out of the car with their mom and sister.
Maggie Phillips, a very beautiful female with puffy, curly brown hair, was walking in front with her suitcase behind her, rolling over the gravel road. Rosie, a small girl, had a bright pink dress and pink flats with slightly curly hair, had her suitcase behind her, complaining left and right about how the place smells like a cow.
Eliza Phillips was a small girl, barely up to her sister Zoe's shoulders. The girl had very, curly black hair and dark skin like her sister Rosie.
Eliza was rolling her suitcase behind her, with her headphones plugged in, listening to some Blackbear song.
Suddenly a huge, white horse came galloping by, the girl on top of the horse did not even spare a glance at the girls but said, "Excuse me".
"Sorry, my sister almost got in front of your massive horse there!" Eliza called out to the girl who was already down the road.
This is an odd island but, I like it kind of.
When she turned back around she saw that her little sister stepped into horse poop.
"Aw, sorry Rosie," Eliza said, trying not to laugh.
"But these were my party shoes," Rosie complained, standing on one foot.
"Did someone say party?" A man, with a casted leg, said, driving a golf cart.
"Gramps!" Zoe exclaimed, running to the golf cart to give her grandfather a hug.
Eliza ran to the other side of the cart to give her grandfather a hug.
"Zoe, I thought you were supposed to be going to camp?" Their grandfather asked, confused but delighted.
"It's a long story," Zoe said, not pressing on the subject.
"Dad, you are not supposed to be driving," Maggie said, scolding her father.
"I'm not supposed to be driving a car, this is not a car." He said, pointing at the cart.
"Now, who wants a lift back to the house?" He said, looking at the young girls.
"Me," Rosie said, getting on the back.
The three girls put their suitcases on the cart as their grandfather said to Maggie, "Welcome home."
"Hit the gas, Gramps," Rosie said, taking off her poopy shoe.
"Don't encourage him!" Maggie shouted after the cart, running to catch up with it.
Eliza and Zoe were left, they looked at each other and smiled.
They both knew that this was not going to be an easy summer vacation.
