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Every time, Skylar was in doubt, she would usually try to avoid telling the people around her to not worry them. She instead writes it into her diary hoping that no one would read it. Even how difficult the place of her diary’s hiding spot, there would always be someone who would find it, someone who she does not know but that very person knows who she was. After what seemed like a long flight, they were finally in Honolulu, Hawaii. It had never felt so great to be under the sun again as it was approximately 25°C. Though it was not as cold as New York it felt better to be under the sun. When they got to Waikiki beach, at first Skylar thought that they were going to stay in a chalet or something that wasn’t in comparison with what she hadn’t expect. It was an 8100 square feet beach house