Layla tries to get a swimsuit from the shop.

(chapter originally by newfavorite at writing.com)

Leaving Isabel under the sand, Layla sprinted off to the nearby beach shop to get a swimsuit. Layla's bare feet kicked up sand as she ran. Some of the sand was kicked into Isabel's mouth, Isabel spent a few minutes distracted trying to spit the sand out.

Isabel looked down at her toes. "Oh god, I am so **** out here!" Isabel thought. Isabel started to squirm a bit and she noticed sand had fallen off her arms, the sand that was packed tight around her mid-section was cracking. Isabel in her desperation looked around the beach for anything at all to cover up with. Isabel could see a bunch of people in the distance, it would be impossible to go into their group without being caught. There were nothing 100 feet in any direction. The area around her was desolate. "Oh god! Layla please hurry!" Isabel thought.

As Layla entered the shop she realized that she had no money to buy a swimsuit. Layla wasn't a thief, but the situation was ****, Layla could run the risk of telling the store owner Isabel's situation and get turned away, or she could just swipe a swimsuit from the swimsuit rack and walk out casually.

"I've never stolen anything in my life, I think this is justified, I can pay the store owner back tomorrow." Layla reasoned as she took a bikini off the rack. Layla's heart was thumping she clutched the bikini against her chest and started to walk out the door. Layla tried not to look suspicious, but her face was red and she bumped into a surfboard leaning against the wall as she was making her way to the exit. As she opened the exit door her heart sank.

"Where do you think you are going?!" It was the store owner. Layla had been caught.