When I got word that the student life center at my college was planning a vacation for Valentines Day, I had to jump on it. A group of sixteen college kids, staying at the president of the colleges summer beach house, definitely sounded like a mess but an interesting one. I'm not a fan of Valentines Day itself but when there is an opportunity to get away from the shambles of your life, you take it.
I just didn't know that this opportunity would lead me down one truly crazy path of mystery, heartbreak, and redemption. Wild, isn't it? This was supposed to be a simple trip. I was supposed to "find myself" or whatever bullshit those white girls do in the coming of age movies. Instead, I ended up putting an international paparazzi target on my back and saved two kingdoms from crashing to the ground.
Cool, right? Right?
So why do I still feel empty?
Why do I feel like I should have done more?
Why do I feel like I have been set back to square one?
I mean, we can probably find that out as the story goes on but it doesn't hurt to ask these questions now while you're still here, reader. Like that fourth wall break? I do it often.