Kyra's icy blue eyes flicked around the cramped cabin of the swaying boat nervously. Her dark chestnut hair felt down to her lower back and she had a formal outfit on, a dark grey sweater with a black off-the-shoulder shirt on underneath. On her long legs she had dark blue skinny jeans on. In her hands was her small, silver purse. It held some mint gum, her favorite, her wallet and a couple of nessecities. Kyra hadn't overpacked for this at all. It wasn't like she had much at all. Her parents were usually too drunk or unconscious to care about their daughter.
A few weeks ago Kyra sat outside of the kitchen door, listening to her drunk parents screaming at each other
Ike usual. She was used to it and the regular beating she got from them. Some of the treatment she had gotten would have made tears come to others eyes, but not hers. Kyra had learned to push through it. She had such a kind heart towards her parents even though her treatment from them. She believed one day they would wake up from this insane phase they were in and apologize for everything they could remember. When she had heard her parents offer on what to do with her the few weeks ago the 6"0 seventeen year old girl had made her way into the kitchen and offered for them to send her overseas to one of her old friends.
It was a great surprise they had agreed and Kyra had gotten extremely excited. The only thing that had really made her nervous about the trip was the water. It terrified her. She never took baths, swam in swimming pools or the lakes around the area she lived in for over ten years. When she was six her parents had attempted to drown her. It failed but gave her such a huge fear of water it was almost scary for her to shower. Of course that would be ridiculous. So at the moment she was extremely on edge, no looking out any portholes. Instead she watched the recently hurried crew scuttled in and out of the cabin. There was also a faint hissing at the back of the boat but she thought nothing of it.
It was interesting to see the crew though. They looked stressed in worried. Soon that made her even more tense than before and she was clutching tightly onto her purse that rested in her lap.
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Eric sat at the very front of the boat cabin, behind him the noise of the rest of the 129 passengers talking and making noise. Sighing irritably Eric ran his fingers through his creamy down hair, his emerald green eyes calm as the ocean was outside of the porthole beside him. Today he was wearing a simple red brand T-shirt and comfortable torn jeans. Truthfully he didn't want to be here. This was his father's idea to send him overseas to family. He had told his eighteen year old son it was time for him to get a career which he did have in mind already. He was planning to become a paramedic. That was to his father's disapproval though.
Here he was though, watching extremely hurried crew members rush past the man in his seat row. The members had sweaty foreheads and there was always a frown on their faces. The man beside him took no noticed, Eric noted, he just sat and read his large book, glasses propped on the end of his sort nose. Earlier Eric had tried to make short talk with him but it ended up with a grunt. Folding his hands in his lap Eric stared out the porthole again. All what he could see was water. Just vast quantities of it, as far as he could see and over the horizon. Though it was a pleasent blue it bored him as he had nothing to do.
Something else was irritating Eric at this time too and it was against hissing at the back if the ship. It sounded like gas spewing out of a hole in brass pipes. Whatever it was it didn't sound good. Turning his back to peer over towards the far back of the cabin he saw that a few seats behind him was a girl, her long, dark hair lighting up her icy eyes. She didn't look happy and spotted him, her eyes darkening. Turning back around quickly again Eric bit his lip. Unusual, but he never knew what was the cause of that. Deciding to put that aside Eric listened to the hissing, a frown settling on his tan face.
