Sweet Friday Island

My father has always been my friend. I guess that sound kind of corny, but he's the kind of person I can share my thoughts with. Even after my mother and he were divorced, we continued to be close. But soon I would be going off to college, and I knew that we wouldn't get to spend as much time together. That's why we wanted our trip to Sweet Friday Island to be special. And when we saw the island, we knew it would be. "Isla Viernes Dulce" sat in a sea of gold and was everything we dreamed of: majestic cliffs; a rugged, uninhabited terrain; and a white-sanded beach--paradise! We'd have complete privacy and solitude--no noisy dune buggies, dirt bikes, or people. At least that's what we thought. Until we realized that someone else was on the island. Someone who didn't want us leaving Sweet Friday Island alive!