It was a sunny day at Goatalie beach, and a girl by the name of Asta was at The Goatalian Resort, preparing for her day at the shore. Asta had been waiting for this trip for four months and the plane ride yesterday was seven hours. All of her friends, expecially Wilona, told her it was all worth it; they better be right.

Asta ran the brush through her long, lipstick red hair, quietly praying that rumors werent all true. Chlorine apparently turned your hair green if it had dye in it, and what if it was the same with sea salt? She shook her head, closing her sapphire blue eyes. "It isnt true..," she told herself before setting her brush down and picking up her packed beach-day bag, and left her hotel room.

As soon as Asta reached the elevator, two of her friends joined her in the hall. Phillip was the first to speak, his grass green eyes sparkling. "Who is up to play marco polo in the water?" He asked, running his fingers through his sun kissed blonde hair. He knew what Wilona was going to say a head of time, but he always was the one to ask anyway.

"Uh... no, we aren't five year olds, Phillip..," Wilona said, her pure white hair pulled back into a tight braid with a few loose strands of baby hair crowning her face, making her fog grey eyes pop.

"Well what about you, Asta?" Phillip looked to Asta, knowing if she said yes, Wilona would agree as soon as they got to the beach.

Asta pretended to think about it, teasing Phillip. "Well... you know, Phillip. It is a little, just a little, childish. We are college kids now..." Going into college, at least.

"You two are no fun," Phillip decided, just as the elevator doors opened and the three college students walked in. The doors closed behind them and Wilona pressed the ground floor button. 

It was a quiet ride down, the elevator singing the same ten notes repeatedly, making Asta want to get out as soon as possible. To her luck, in two minutes the elevator doors opened, and all three left quickly. Obviously they too couldnt stand the classical elevator music for much longer.

"Rock on, right?" Wilona joked, making Asta smirk before they all headed out of The Goatalian Resort to the Goatalie Beach.

The hateful Sun rained down on all the people on the sand, yet the water somehow remained cold as ice. Kids were playing in the cross section between the water and dry sand, trying to dig to the center of the earth before giving up five minutes later. Some people swam in the ocean, laughing about something that wasn't funny, and on the sand there was towels with umbrellas littered around,  occasionally coming with a sun bather.

The three kids walked along the beach with their bags at hand before finding a nice vancant spot near the back of everyone else's camp sites. It took ten minutes to set up all the beach towels and lawn chairs, gettinf sun screened up and stripping down until their bathing suits were revealed.

Then a problem arose. "We don't have an umbrella," Wilona realized, looking to Asta for guidance on this dilemma.

Asta just smiled. "Percy is bringing it, though I have no idea were he is," she admitted to her friend with a shrug. Percy was always late, but he was also responsible. He would find them, surely.

"Speak of the devil..," Phillip said, laughing as he saw the familiar red headed kid running over in his palm tree board shorts, sandles, and umbrella tucked under his arm.

Percy stumbled a bit as he ran since running on sand was awkward enough and holding an umbrella while running was extra awkward points. He came to a stop, grinning. "Here!" He quickly stuck the umbrella down into the sand and opened it, as if it was his prize.

"Took you long enough..," Wilona huffed, though her friends knew she didn't mean it. Percy had just smiled and then looked to Phillip.

"Marco!" Percy hollards, taking off through the sand to the ocean.

"Polo!" Phillip was off a second later after his friend, leaving the girls to themselves.

Wilona smiled, shaking her head. "Idiots..."

"Tell me about it," Asta sighed, shaking her head with her friend.