Mycha sighed as she saw the island. She wished she had been able to chip in more for the place, but between bills and the ticket for the plane trip, she could just barely make it as is. She had never done well with flying, and the budget aircraft she had chosen really brought out the need for some dramamine, which she felt the affects of as well. They finally touched down and she was able to stand on solid ground once more, a little weak at the knees. Her tanned legs liked the feeling of the sun and she was glad that she had chosen to wear shorts and gladiator saddles and her light and flowing black tank with a skull on it. She puller her hair over to one side and shouldered her duffle bag. She really hoped or the price of everything that there was a place for her to workout. She might need it to be able to survive things. But surely everyone had changed and grown up? She certainly had. Losing almost 140 pounds was definitely a big change! And she had become more confident. She tried to remember people from highschool, most of the ones who would be attending were seniors by the time she had come along, but she could remember several of them. She had idolized many of the girls, they were so pretty and skinny... but many of them gave her a hard time. And as for the guys, well, they never paid much attention to her; she wasn't really their type. 
Shaking her head she trudged up to the home and found her room.