Pardon Beach

Mr. Sun

               Camellia's POV
"Ugh.." I moaned as I rolled over on my side. "Just five more minutes.."
Wait, this isn't a bed? I was on the ground. A hard, yet soft squishy wet ground.
Sand. But why?
Before I could sit up and look at my surroundings a small wave of water washed over me, drenching my hair with tiny grains of gravel and other rocks. I sat up and began to cough back out the small piece of ocean I had almost swallowed. Once I was finally done choking I stood up and peered out at the raging blue waves that had almost consumed me.
I was on a beach. But why?
I turned around and almost screamed at what I saw behind me.
There was a blond haired boy laying, well more so crumpled, up against a rock further up the beach next to a small forest type set up. To my right there was another guy, a brunette, that looked almost as if he'd been placed there to look like he was sitting up in a small boat that sat on the water. At first I wondered why it hadn't floated away, but then I spotted a chain connecting it to a post that had been jabbed down into the moist sand. Finally there was another boy with dark brown hair laying sprawled out almost smack dab in the middle of the beach.
Just laying there.
They all looked lifeless. Were they? Am I the one that killed them?
I stumbled back at the thought and plunked down into the cold ocean water again.
It was saltwater.
Wait, how do I know that?
A huge thud sounding from the opposite side of the beach districted me from my thoughts.
"What the heck!?" I heard someone shout, it was the blonde boy.
I just sat there, not sure what to do.
"Hey girlie!" He shouted again. He was pointing at me, dang it he spotted me.
My throat ached as I tried to speak,
"Yeah..?" I had a false sense of confidence in my voice.
"Would you come over here and help me yank this log off of my leg?" He yelled, his voice laced with defeat.
I blinked and just stared at him for a second before I stood back up to start my trek over to him.
The log had fallen directly on top of his left leg. He kept kicking at the air with his right, as if it would help.
"Would you cut that out!" I snapped at him as I reached the rock he was leaning back on.
"Cut what out?" He questioned as I began to pull on the heavy piece of wood.
"Swinging your leg and hitting everything but the log!" I griped.
He chuckled.
"Ok miss Bossy-pants what should I do instead then?" He joked.
"Ugh, first of all don't call me that, my names.." I stoped pulling on the log.
"Your name is..?" He badgered.
"I.. I don't know.."
"You don't remember your own name, what kind of crap is that? My name is.." He trailed off. "Shoot. I don't remember mine either," He folded his arms and began to pout almost.
Why can't we remember our names?
I stepped back.
"Why are we here?" I looked down at the blond kid.
He stared back for awhile before answering, "Where is here?"
Now that I think about it I don't even ever remember coming to this beach. Actually I don't remember anything besides the past ten minutes of being here.
Blond boy must have had the same thought because when I turned back to him his face looked about as confused as I felt.
"You don't remember anything either, do you?" He asked, almost sounding depressed about it.
I shook my head.
"Well," he grunted, "might as well get this log off of my leg so we can go explore this place, maybe find someone to ask about why we're here," he began using his free leg to kick at the log instead of the air.
I joined in and started pulling on the heavy sucker.
After about five minutes of kicking and pulling we finally got the wooden death machine off of him.
When he stood up and was dusting himself off I noticed something printed on his left arm.
It looked like a flower.
"Hey," He looked up at my sudden gesture to his arm, "what's that on your arm?" I pointed to the flower type figure.
He stoped dusting and looked down at the picture plastered there.
"It looks like a flower," he stated, practically with no care.
"I know, but why's it there?"
He shrugged.
"I dunno."
He began to stare at my left arm.
"You have one too," he laughed as he pointed at a picture that had been printed on my wrist.
I looked down at it and stubbled back.
"Heh, if your scared by that I could just say boo and you'd be spooked!" The boy joked.
I felt my face flush red. I didn't join him. 
"It's another flower," I interjected into his laughter.
He did have a cute laugh.
He stoped to look back down at his own wrist.
"They're different though," he blurted out.
I peered over at his arm, "Looks like a sunflower to me," I stated. "I have no clue what mine is though," I looked back down at my wrist.
It was a pink pudgy round type flower, with a small green leave sticking out of it. The entire thing was 2D, being as it was placed on my arm.
"That's a camellia," The boy stated, interrupting my trail of thought.
"A what?"
"A camellia, it grows mainly in Asia, sometimes stretching out to the Himalayas just east of Japan." He sounded like a scientist.
"How.. how do you know that?" I questioned.
He stepped back a little, his eyes growing wider before he blinked them back to normal.
"I don't know," he looked back over to me, "I just do.."
I looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Wait, how do you know what mine is?" He changed the subject.
I snapped out of my daze and looked back at his wrist.
Just with that quick glance a rush of information about it flooded my brain.
"It's a sunflower," is all I simply said.
"That's it?" He prodded, "no boat load of facts about it comes to mind?"
I glared at him.
"Of course it does, I just don't feel like sounding like a flower doctor," I joked.
He rolled his eyes.
"But I wanna know about my swanflower!" He pouted.
"It's a sunflower, and it's scientific name is helianthus, derived from the Latin words Helios, meaning sun, and anthos, flower." I blurted out.
My hands flew to my mouth.
"Why do I know that?" I asked myself.
The blond boy must've heard me, "The same reason I know so much about the camellia." His voice was filled heavily with defeat.
"Well Mr. Sun, standing around here pouting about the fact that we know so much about flowers isn't going to solve anything. Let's check out the rest of the beach while we wait for the others to wake up, and then we can head into town and ask around about why we're here." I stated harshly as I straightened my posture.
"Mr. Sun?" The boy questioned.
"Well you have a sunflower on your arm, so that's what I'm calling you, Sun." I grinned.
He snorted at my explanation.
"Fine, then I guess I'll call you Camellia." He smirked.
We both broke out laughing at the nicknames. Our laughter was practically jabbed with a knife as two loud piercing screams filled the air behind us.
The other two boys had woken up, and apparently there had been another girl on the beach. Right in front of the two brunettes stood a girl clutching her knees and panting.