"Say you'll remember me, standing in a white dress, standing in the sunset." ~ Taylor Swift, Wildest Dreams
"Hey, what's up?" I answered my phone to Danica who was calling. She went home two days ago and so already miss her.
"Hey, I can't talk for long. I just wanted to say something," She stated.
"Johnny's coming down there today," She said, matter-of-factly.
I groaned. "You're kidding,"
"I am not." she laughed. "He texted me today to ask if I was still down there. He's coming down with his family today for a couple days."
"Damn," I sighed. "Thanks for telling me."
"Of course, good luck. Now I'm gonna go cry for a couple hours at work," She complained. She works at a little smoothie shop in the mall, just to get a little more cash before she goes off to college.
"Have fun with that," I giggled.
"If I cry and tell them that my boyfriend of four years broke up with me, do you think they'll let me go home?" She asked me.
"Seeing as you've never had a boyfriend for over two months, I doubt it." I replied.
"They don't know that," She noted.
"I think you would've said something to someone about this boyfriend of four years if you had one," I laughed.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Alright, I gotta go. Love ya,"
She hung up the phone and I tossed it down onto my bed. Today was this guy named Anthony's birthday, and he's having this party on the beach. It's at this little restaurant place about a half mile down the beach from me. His family is loaded, so the rented out the place and he's having a ton of people go. I've only talked to him a couple times, but he invited me anyways.
I then took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. When I was done, I got dressed. I out on a plain white spaghetti strapped crop top with a v-neck, and a pair of maroon shorts. I straightened my hair and then did my makeup. For my shoes, I picked out a pair of leather flip flops with black straps.
"Why can't I go," Liv whined. She was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a clementine.
"You weren't invited," I laughed.
"Why were you invited?" She huffed.
"Don't know, but I was," I replied.
"Whatever, I'm going over to Devin's," She pouted and left the house.
I went over to the cabinets and quickly took my pills, tossing it back with a glass of orange juice. I'm supposed to take it with food and a drink that's not water, because supposedly water doesn't help it go down as well as other drinks. I'm not hungry, so I'm just drinking a lot of juice with it right now.
"I'm coming in," Sadie said, walking into my house. I was sitting on my counter, drinking my juice and scrolling through my social media feed on my phone.
"Hey," I greeted her. "You look cute,"
"Thanks, but you look better than me. Why did I become friends with you? You always look better than me, and I don't like that," She complained.
"That's a lie," I refused.
"Whatever, you ready?" She proposed.
"Yeah," I nodded and hopped off the counter. I slipped my glass into the dishwasher and grabbed my phone, pushing it into my back pocket. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and yelled up to my dad and Cynthia, who were up in the attic. "Bye, guys!"
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Eighteen year old Emily Shepherd is from Daytona Beach, Florida. She's lived there her whole life, but now she only lives there with her mom and her sister. Emily's parents are divorced, and her father lives across the state in Naples, Florida. A...