Island Love

Prologue

3 Years Earlier

The tall, blonde haired, blue eyed twins followed their older brother down the street. It was their 13th birthdays, which meant in Chino, California that a piece of street-survival knowledge was passed down to you from the eldest gang member in your gang or the oldest gang member in your family. The newest fourteen year olds followed their black haired, green eyed, tall, 17 year old brother down the deserted street to the empty car that sat at the end.

"Derek, what are we doing here, man?" the twin brother asked.

"Yeah, you know that if you get busted, you're likely to get jailed this time around." his twin sister added.

"You two are worse than Mom. If I don't teach you two this, who will?" Derek replied, pulling out a crowbar. He placed it in the crack between the door of the car and pulled. He jumped into the know open car, pulled out a paper clip and turned the car on. Eric immediately turned around and ran off, going unnoticed by his twin sister and his gangster older brother.

"Sierra, get your ass in the car!" he yelled.

"Where did Eric go?" she asked, urgently.

"How'm I supposed to know where that little bitch runs off to!?! Now get in the damn car!" Sierra turned to look for Eric and saw the cop car pulling around the bend. Derek started pulling the car forward and Sierra jumped into the car. The number 1 rule in her family: Never Let A Relative Go Down By Themselves. In short, if you see a brother, sister, cousin getting in trouble, you join them to take the heat off. It was the only way to keep their twisted family from going down the tubes.

Derek sped away, barely giving Sierra time to pull the door closed behind her. Derek turned around to check where the cops were and crashed into a tree.

"Put your hands up!" They heard the voice of the police officer boom from behind them. Selena put her hands above her head, mentally cursing Eric for not being there.

Derek was jailed for possession of drugs, a gun, stealing and driving under the influence. He was looking at 3 to 5 years. Sierra was a minor, her parents paid the bail on her and decided to send her to reform school in Switzerland.

On the way to Switzerland, a freak electric storm hit and blew the plane miles and miles off course. The pilot crashed the plane into the ocean and died on contact, along with most of the other passengers. Only one survived. Sierra McGorrill swam to the nearest island, carrying the supply bag and first aid kit, along with two of the lighter suitcases that she had brought, along with one of the older girls suitcases.

She was never found because her plane was blown so off course, and all passengers were proclaimed dead. She lived alone on the island. She didn't go crazy or anything. because she knew that she had something to live for. But she thought that nobody would ever find her. Boy, was she wrong.