Bobby woke up with her face in the sand. In fact, her whole body was in the sand. After dazly getting to her feet and taking a look at her surroundings, only then did it hit her. The memories came flooding back; the cruise, the crash, the death - oh the screams of the deceased. She was dressed in a blue t shirt and jeans that were slightly ripped and frayed from the crash, and minuit scratches and bruises had a place on her body. Nothing too serious besides a gash on the left side of her forehead. She wondered if she was the sole survivor or if there were others.

In that instant, she heard the raising of a voice. Desperately trying to find the source of the noise, she laid her eyes on two figures. One was sitting on what appeared to be a rock and the other was standing in close proximity to it. Making her way through the sandy, she stalked closer to them until she was right behind them. "Are you guys from -insert highschool name here-?" she asked, trying not to catch them by surprise.