You lived on an island with your facilitator, Ishmael, and all your family. Which was really the whole island, but whatever.

You were the only one who knew about him and his sort of schemes, his plans, and so on. Until the Baudelaire's arrived.

"Friday! Wait, you can't just run off without me!" You shouted, running after her, Friday, who is supposed to stay with you order of her mother.

You kept chasing her, getting closer to the edge of the island until you see a recked boat, weird.

“Friday, wait. Don’t go near it yet, me first.” You said, getting infront of Friday as you approached the boat, but it was empty.

You looked to the side, noticing three people a few yards away, a girl with long brown hair and bangs, a bit with brown hair and glasses, and an infant with blonde hair.

They saw you, the boy froze, they all thought this island was deserted, but the boy was frozen because of your beauty.

You had long, dirty blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, freckles, dimples, everything that makes a girl extraordinary, and more.