5:30am | Brokasia

It was one of those damp mornings that she had to get up to. Rising from her Murphy bed to open her thick draped curtains and letting in the twilight before sunrise filter in. Macy hated getting up early and the drizzling rain made driving down the hill even more difficult.

A small room, cramped with all her belongings and her childhood memories made up of all her possesions that she safeguarded from this materialistic world. Polaroid Pictures could be seen pinned up, hiding half of her tainted wall paper.

Working at Gary's pull-up was not the ideal job she dreamt off but it covered alot of her expenses as he new her parents. Macy was content with her life for now but wanted so much more. She recalls her first crush at Bimbo Bar downtown Brokasia where she met Steve. A 6ft 2'' Tall, fair and handsome pub owner.

"Wait a minute!...Lets rewind!"

Brokasia..hmm! A small hill town of Kiribati. Nicely surrounded with lush green forests and well built roads for commuting. The men in Brokasia wore cowboy boots and a football uniform and the ladies were seen in jean jackets and jean shorts. It was all kind of strange as the nights got kind of cold here. However, they cherised the football sport which was evident from their outfits.

Anyway, Brokasia had its own share of stories. Mysteries, deep tales of romance and the Millicent Sister's Abduction case that never reached a verdict. There in that forest, beneath earthy soil lay hidden many secrets that were yet untold...

To be continued....