<a class="link link--external" href="http://www.globalization101.org/uploads/Image/News%20Analyses/blonde-model.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Melanie Baroque</a><br/>20<br/>Straight<br/>Melanie lives with her adoptive family, the Baroque's.  Mr. James Baroque is 43, works as a dentist, and has been molesting her since she game to their house when she was twelve.  Mrs. Hayley Baroque is 45, works as a secretary, and has been beating her since finding out about her husband's affair.  Glad to get away from the abusive duo, Melanie eagerly went on a school sponsored trip, only to end up getting stranded on a strange island.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Melanie was confused, the sun shining brightly in her eyes.  She sat up, her hand digging through the soft sand beneath her fingertips.  Where was she?  The last thing she could remember was going on the class trip.  Everything had been fine until suddenly...she couldn't remember.  As her head cleared her vision began to sharpen.  She was laying on a big sandy beach next to a giant coconut tree.  Roughly fifty feet away were the remains of the plane that had been carrying them.  Had they crashed?<br/><br/>Melanie was now shaking, the shock wearing off.  She heard voices coming from the plane, her heart beating wildly.  Were there others still alive?  "Hello!!  Hello!  Can anyone hear me?  Is there anyone there?!"  She pushed up, wincing, and saw that she had a large gash going down her left arm.  She sat up and managed to stand, slowly walking toward the wreckage.