I was so thrilled to finally be going on this trip. Mom and Daddy promised me Spring Break in Hawaii my senior year and I had been looking forward to it ever since. 18 and alone in the beautiful state of Hawaii. I had spent weeks looking for the perfect bathing suits to fit my lithe frame. I had finally selected a conservative black one-piece for laps and an extremely skimpy, two sizes too small red string bikini for sunbathing. Of course, after all the money spent in tanning booths, I didn't really need a tan, even after a long Iowa winter.
So I was of to Hawaii for two weeks, just myself and my 19 year old cousin, who fortunately hated me just as much as I hated her and so I knew I would get just as much privacy as I wanted. As soon as I hit land I was astounded. Being an Iowa girl I had never seen the ocean before and now I was surrounded. And all the people, for such a small island there were so many people of so many different backgrounds. As I checked into my hotel room, there were a few natives giving me the eye and I heard a few words in a language I didn't understand, and then some laughing, but I didn't pay much attention as I assumed that they were just making some tourist jokes about all of the spring break patrons that they got every year.
For the first couple days I spent the entire time on the beach, never seeing my cousin, Anna. I could tell that my tan, while good for inland standards, wouldn't cut it out here. And every once and a while I would see those native boys hanging around, glancing in my direction and whispering to one another. I still wasn't that worried, I mean, I was on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, surrounded by hot guys, and having the time of my life. Why should I let a couple of creepy native boys get to me?
As it always seems to happen on trips like mine, it started to rain. During the second week we had already had two and a half days of rain and my cousin and I were driving each other crazy. We were lying in our separate beds watching T.V. and listlessly arguing over what poor reception channel to watch when we suddenly heard a pound on the door. Startled we both jumped up and heard a heavily accented "Room Service."