The
Boardwalk: 1
I sat on the edge of the dock with my feet
dipped into the cool water. I knew this feeling so well. Whenever
I was distressed I would come here and just think, and sometimes
cry. I looked up and saw all my friends around me, smiling at me
and comforting me, saying "everything will be alright."
and "Giana, everything will work out."
I
smiled and looked down at the water and saw my father's face
staring back at me where my reflection should have been.
he said,
"Im sorry Gi, but..." just then,the friends surrounding
me started closing in on me. Some sprouted fangs and began
clawing at my hair and the back of my neck. I screamed.
I
woke up with a start. "it was just a dream, just a
dream." I said comforting myself. I then came back into
reality, it was September 1 at 5:03 am. I stared around my
room and saw boxes stacked high with clothes and all my
possesions.
A
few days ago my dad and I moved from Oklahoma to
California. After him and my mom split up he felt that
Oklahoma only held bad memories, so he packed me up and moved
here to his beach house, full time. It was the first day of
school today, and not going to lie, I was really nervous. I
expected everyone to be super pretty, blonde and tan, I was just
Giana from Oklahoma, nothing special.
I
decided to get up and out of bed to start to get ready for
school. I felt groggy as i stood up and looked in the mirror. A
classic italian girl with dark wavy hair and tan skin stared back
at me. The only thing about me that wasn't italian was my
piercing, icy blue eyes. They were my mom's.
I
spent extra time on my make up this morning, carefully applying
alittle eyeliner and mascara. I used coverup on a small
pimple on my forehead. Greatt, just what I need on the first day
of school.
I
then picked up the outfit lying on a chair next to my bed,
(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=31424827). I looked in the
mirror one last time and fluffed up my hair. "this is as
good as it's gonna get" I mumbled to myself and trudged
down the stairs.
This house is gonna take some getting used to. It was a lot
larger and nicer than my old house. I could see the beach from
the porch and the kitchen was huge. Just then , my dad walked
downstairs. he yawned, "Hey Gi, first day of
school!"
"Yeah It's gonna be great," I said with a
toothy, fake smile.
"That's good." He said, stretching as
he let out a huge shuddering yawn. "Now, don't be
nervous, I know what it's like ot be in a new school. When I
was a kid...." and he started to ramble on about some story
of when he was a kid and he had to move. Needless to say,
I've heard it probably 100008e708370287 times in the
past week, ever since we moved here. I checked the clock and
noticed it was 7. Did I really take that long to do makeup and
pick out an outfit?
"Oh jeez dad, I gotta go," I said,
grabbing an apple from the kitchen counter.
"Alright honey, have fun! be
safe!-"
"I walked out into the warm
California sun. As I got in the car and drove past the sparkling
blue ocean, i finally decided that I could probably get used to
this.