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Y/n opened her eyes. She was in her bed, awake. The dim rays of early light sneaked through her closed window shutters. Sighing, she got out of bed and slipped on her bathrobe. She pulled on her slippers and grabbed the voice recorder on her nightstand. It had been four days since the accident. B/n took his sister to the hospital. The doctors said she was fine and could go home in three days. Y/n spent her three days in the hospital. Some officers came and asked her some questions about the assailants. She was honest and the officers threw Martha in jail, but of course her parents bailed her out. Y/n clicked on the recorder. Y/n sat down at her desk and pulled out a paper and pencil. “Day four since the accident,” she said. “It’s been a day since I left the hospital. Mom and Dad are running the shop smoothly and B/n took some time off to watch over me. I still don’t have info on my hero, but I’m working on it.” She began to sketch. “I thought about the logic a lot. We were miles from

Chapter 2 Friday finally came. Y/n gripped the tote bag in her hand. She was ready. The cuts from handling the octopus’ net had healed. Her skin glistened with sunscreen. Her bathing suit gave off this f/c glow. Sunglasses donned her face. B/n had styled his sister’s hair so that it wouldn’t get in the way of her swimming. That is if she would dare to step in the water. The wooden dock stood before Y/n. Martha’s yacht was at the end, waiting for her. Y/n licked her lips. She hadn’t gone to a party with strangers since she was in the third grade. This was going to be scary. Y/n took the first steps on the wooden bridge and began to walk. She decided to take it slow. Under her feet, the ocean sloshed around. If only she had noticed him. Y/n continued walking the dock until she came upon Martha’s yacht. It was huge! She looked up in awe. People were talking on the upper deck and the others were already jumping in the water. Y/n gulped. All that splashing made her nervous. “Ah! Y/n

Chapter 1 Y/n L/n was cleaning her father’s fish wharf shop. The smell of the salty sea gave the shop the perfect, stinky, atmosphere. The small shop was located at the edge of the pier next to the tourist shop, where Y/n’s mother worked, selling items like swimming gear and merchandise. She sighed, resting the broom on the wall. She wanted to be free from this little, fishy world. She had recently graduated from college after studying marine biology for six years. Six painful years of being the campus’ outcast. Since her hometown was a small place, Y/n decided to stay with her family until she could find somewhere to live. She could work at the aquarium. They paid just enough to get by. All Y/n had to do was finish the paperwork. Her mother entered the shop, carrying in some fishing reels and buckets. “What’s all this?” Y/n asked. Her mother placed the supplies on the counter, wiping sweat off her forehead. “Your dad requested that I put the new stuff up front,” she replied. “It’s