Samantha's P.O.V

The Ocean was the bluest of blues; the waves that crashed against the rocks were as calming as a lullaby. On a small island not far off from where she sat, there rested a dormant volcano and a glowing full moon peaked from behind it. The view was breathtakingly beautiful and felt so real, until she looked down and there in place of her long silky legs - was one scaly tail.

Her eyes cracked open and narrowed at the light that shone through the gap in the curtains that hung ajar.

A groan slipped from her lips as she lifted her fluffed pillow and plummeted down on the back of her head, using her arms to pin it down.

"Curse you sun! Curse you!" She cursed, as she closed her eyes again. As soon as she did, however, a repeating bleeping noise sounded from her dresser. 'It's my bloody phone again. . .' She thought, a growl escaping her lips as she got up.

She trudged her feet heavily over to the double doors that led into her walk-in closet, as if she were walking through wet mud. The closest clothing she could find was a pair of jet-black skinny jeans and a sea blue tank-top before she made her way towards the bathroom.

While she watched the water stream from the shower head, she carefully proceeded to strip off her clothes and when she finally immersed herself in the hot water she felt a shiver crawl up her spine. She stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the tranquil peace of her body and her mind.

She reached out for the bottle of shampoo, which sat on a convenient shelf in the shower, and got to the job of massaging her scalp until the liquid lathered and then a thorough soak was in order. She repeated this process with the conditioner, making sure she didn't tangle her hair in the progress, while dragging her nails from her scalp until her hands fisted around clumps of her hair and dragged then to the tips until water splashed loudly onto the base of the shower. She wasted no time smothering her favorite lavender and honey shower soap into her skin, and before she knew it she was already squeaking from cleanliness.

When she was finally ready to get out, she twisted the knob for the shower and after a few seconds the water finally came to a stop until there were only little prominent drops. As she stepped out of the shower, she grabbed her fluffy blue towel from the back of the bathroom door and tied it around her chest.

After half an hour, she had finally dried her hair and had gotten dressed into her tank top and skinny jeans, now she brushed her long, wavy onyx black hair that reached to her knees. No matter what she did, she could never keep her hair straight because she had natural curls. At every stroke of the hairbrush, her hair began to twist.

She sighed when she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes falling to her ears which lacked the presence of her starfish earrings.

"Now where did I put them?" She mumbled to herself, checking the shelves of her bathroom until she noticed the familiar set of orange starfishes on silver hoops. "Found them!" She yelled to no one.

As she proceeded to clip her earrings through the small holes of her ears, she made a weird squinted face as she fiddled with them - her ocean blue eyes widening in glee as she put each one on.

25 minutes later, after unceremoniously running down the stairs to make her way to the kitchen to grab herself a bowl of cornflakes for breakfast and collapsing herself in front of the television -

Her sisters burst through the front door and ran upstairs, screaming about how they needed to pack.

She just looked at the front door that is now wide open and turned to look at where her sisters ran off, and she shook her head and sighed. as she got off her chair and closed the front door. mumbling 'Kid's these days!' then she turned around and returned to her sit.