I got to the house, I finally made my cereal, I ate them and walked
to the lounge, I got a text, and it was from
Lillian, Lillian:Hey Georgie, what you doing
today? Me:Arg, Nothing at all, hbu? Lillian:Same, want to hang out at the
beach? Me:Sure. Lillian:Okay. Pick you up at 12pm (: Me:Okay, I’ll see you
then.
I went upstairs and put my pink and white
polka dot bikini on. I put on my denim shorts and white tank top on
and my pink flip flops on. I got my sunglasses out. I put my hair
into a messy bun. It was 12pm; I walked to Lillian’s car. I
smiled at her and got in. “Hey Lil” I said smiling at her and
giving her a quick high 5. “Hey Georgie, ready to hit the
beach?” she said putting her sunshades
down. “Yep, let’s go! Which beach we
going to?” I said, we live near loads of
beaches. “Venice Beach” she said
smiling. “Awesome” I said smiling, they was
always hot guys there. I gave out a smile.
We arrived there, we found a spot near the sea
and we ran in, holding hands. Just then we saw a boy coming towards
us. We looked at each another. We ran further and further
away. “Hey girls” he said smiling; he had
dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes and tanned
skin. “Hey” we said looking
confused. “What you doing here?” he said, we
rolled our eyes, well that’s a pretty hard question to
answer. Not. “The beach?” we said laughing,
Lillian and I are almost like twins we do everything together, we
have other friends but they like to do different
things. “I think I know that, anyway how old are
you two?” he asked smiling at us. “Hum. We’re 16, you?” we both
said rolling our eyes, he was going to chat us up I could see it in
his eyes. We were all stood in the sea looking like
fools. “17” he said smiling; his smile was
cute, “Follow me.” We followed him, we got back on the
sand and he led us to his friends.
It was the first day off summer, I woke up and went to open my
curtains, and I guess that’s a good thing living near a beach
in California. I walked downstairs to find my mom feeding my baby
sister, I’ll tell you a bit about my life.
I’m Georgia, I’m 16 years old. I
live in Santa Monica in California. I spend most of my time at the
beach surfing or skateboarding. I love hanging out with my friends
at the beach and mall. I love boys, especially since I there are
loads of good looking boys at the beach. I have 2 sisters,
Annabelle who is 19 years old and Connie who is 4 months old, I
have 1 brother who is Annabelle’s twin, he is called Braxton.
I live with my mom and dad, we’re quite rich but we’re
not stuck up. Anyway back to the story.
I poured myself some cereal into a bowl.
Braxton was using the milk. I sighed looking at what Braxton was
doing. “I guess you have to see if you’ve
got milk before you pour out your cereal” he said sticking
his tongue out. He used the last bit of the milk; they would of
being enough if it wasn’t for him drinking
it. “MOM, BRAX STOLE THE LAST BIT OF
MILK!” I said staring at him. He hates been called Brax, he
said he’s going to change his name, to something
normal. “Shut up” he said throwing the milk
carton at me. I bobbed my head down but it still hit me on the
head. Ugh, I hate brothers. “Stop acting like 6 year olds, you
two!” mom said from the lounge where she was feeding Connie,
“Take $5 out of my purse and go to the shop.” I looked
at Braxton. “I’m not going, you’re the
one who needs milk” He said standing up, but he was the one
who was dressed. Ugh, liked I said I hate brothers. I got up and
went upstairs to get dressed; I put on my white shorts, pink
Hollister shirt, I went in the bathroom to wash my face and apply
my moisturiser, I went back in my bedroom and applied my make up, I
only put on mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I put on my flip flops
and got a bag and filled it with my purse, cell phone. I grabbed my
money out of my mom’s purse and walked to the store. I went
to the dairy section; I grabbed the milk and went to pay for the
milk before a boy grabbed my arm. “Get off” I said pulling my arm, I
walked off, I gave my milk to the women behind the cashier, I
smiled at her and gave her the $5, I got $1 back. “Thanks” I said walking off, I
walked out. I wonder who that boy was who pulled my arm, maybe he
had mistaken me for someone else.