xBeTheChange

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Chapter 1, Part 2

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. 

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Chapter 1, Part 1.

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.