Malia was looking forward to lunch. She wanted to get her head out of the dark thoughts that had started to plague her in this beautiful place. Funny how one single action could start the dominoes tumbling in her mind and those tiny little whispers of doubt would grow. She needed to squash them fast before they became too much. She had worked too hard to get out of that dark place after her mom was gone; she knew her mother wouldn’t want her to slide back there again.
Deciding to put those thoughts back into the box she so carefully packed them away in she turned to the closet and what few items she had packed for this weekend. She ended up choosing a pair of shorts that landed mid-thigh in a camo green color and paired that with a black tank top with
