Sarah
A blonde girl the age of sixteen sat on the beach shore, long, wavy blonde hair blowing in the salty sea water. Distant blue eyes stare out across the blue sea, watching the tides rise and fall with no reason. A loose orange spaghetti strap shirt hung around her thin frame, and blue denim shorts revealed her mechanical leg.
The girl's name was Sarah, the new girl to the island. She wasn't the most popular around here considering she didn't talk much. Well... Maybe it was good that people didn't know her? Being a mild schizophrenic, Sarah's attacks came around randomly, and no one could predict them. It made her dangerous... Dangerous to herself and others around her.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Sarah continued to look out across the waves. Oh how she longed to be a surfer again. But due to her mechanical leg, she would have to learn how to surf properly again. So sad... At an island resort and she couldn't swim nor surf... At least she still could do track.