It took a week for the new house to feel a little more like home. A little. My big, white, queen bed was covered with lacy cream pillows, and blue blankets to match the walls. We'd bought a big white dresser to go in my closet and I'd filled it to the brim with my clothes. Boxes still littered the carpeted wood floors throughout the house.
I took Breeze on two walks each day, not because I was responsible, but because I wanted to show my parents that I was trying to get to know my way around. For them. I wasn't convinced we moved just for a change in scenery, but my parents seemed to be enjoying the new adventure. I couldn't help but feel guilty for holding them back. Because of my strange illness, they rarely travelled, and they deserved to. I called my friends every day, and they all said they missed me, but I knew they were probably doing the same thing as usual, just without me.
I climbed into my pale blue slug bug and sank into the leather seats. It seemed pointless to have a convertible car in Oregon, what with the constantly frigid weather. In the summer, it was dreadfully hot, humid, and smothering, unlike California's clear and crisp heat. I put the roof down anyway just because it reminded me of home. I jammed the key in and blasted the radio as loud as I could bear, drowning out the rest of the world. I drove down to the beach and was devastated by the fact that it was even colder there than it was anywhere else in Oregon. I groaned. Why do I even own a swimsuit?
I stomped to the bathroom and stripped off my bikini, throwing it on a bench with disgust. I pulled on some lace encrusted jean shorts, and a teal tank top instead, pulling my hair out of my tight pony tail and kicking off my flip flops, replacing them with white converse. I trudged out of the bathroom and then made my way to the sandy shore. My bond with the ocean became insistent, pulling me towards the waves violently, irresistibly. I tried to stop before touching the water in my non-swimsuit clothing, but I couldn't.
Stop! Don't go in the water in your clothes! It's freezing! I thought frantically. Stop!
But I didn't...
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Probably the shortest chapter I've ever written for anything... Can't help being terrible. :) I promise that it's worth it!
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Oceans Call
FantasyMelody Hayes has always felt an urge to be near the Sea. And if she isn't she gets horribly sick until she can once again smell it's salt on the breeze. The California beaches welcome her until her adoptive parents decide to move away to the Oregon...
