The Perfect Sunset

(My character is a photographer and she's 23)

My Story

As the sun rose in Bora Bora, all was quiet. The fish were swimming around under my cabin,and the birds chirped a wakeup call- wait.
Scratch that. Everything was quiet except for my cabin. Usually, I wake up then
I stare at the floor for a solid ten minutes before I actually decide to stand, but this
morning, NOTHING WAS HOLDING ME BACK.

I hurled myself out of bed, just snagging my camera on the way out the bedroom.
I glance towards the bathroom. Meh, no time for showering. I whip up my hair into a
messy bun, ignoring the alarming noises my stomach is making, and hoist up my jeans.
Belt? NOPE! I leap into my scuffs and stumble out the door, fumbling with the buttons onmy camera.

I shove my glasses up my nose and half run half shuffle along the decks (I’m wearing scuffsand it’s like, 6 in the morning, give me a break). The sun is coming up fast.
Really, how could it take 24 hours to have a day?! With how fast the sun is going it
should only take like, three! While glancing at the sun, I trip on a loose floorboard.
The SD card in my camera slips out of the slot it goes into.

It bounces along the floorboards like it’s making a grand getaway. I scramble to my feet.
“Not today world!” I think to myself. Those are all the photos from this vacation, and
no way it’s getting eaten by one of those vicious needlefish now. My scuffs flew off and
are somewhere behind me. Whatever, I don’t need shoes to get a photo of this sunrise.
I dive for my SD card and slam my hands down onto it right before it goes over the
edge of the deck. Then I get an electric shock.

“OUCH!” I yelp.
I  jam my SD card into the camera and carry on sprinting down the decks. My finger is
stinging and swollen from my electric shock and my feet are killing me. My glasses
have a crack in them as well, so I don’t really know where I’m going. So yeah.
Here I am, half blind, half asleep, splinter-ridden, and possibly radioactive.

I see a grassy patch and a sign saying “Lookout Point” (That was a lie, It actually said
“Look-k-k ou-ou-out Point”, because my glasses were cracked) I run onto the grass and
immediately jump about 2 feet into the air. Prickles. My sworn enemy (Well, now they
are, anyway). “Ow ow ow ow ow!” I yelp. My face is pinched with hard determination.
The sun rises in Bora Bora are a photographer’s jackpot, and I’m not going to let the
odds stop me today.

Well, if I don’t want to walk, I’ll crawl. I inch closer and closer to the edge of the
lookout and point my camera over the bushes. Then, the worst thing that could possibly
happen - well, happens. The red battery sign of death shows up. Darn! I frantically
switch my camera to burst and press the photo button. It clicks and whirrs like a
well-oiled machine. Finally. I exhale slowly and click playback. What I see before me
is multiple photos of the perfect sunrise. Finally.
Now all I need to do is get the perfect sunset...