1) Summer BeginsA Chapter by Kelly M.
The ocean waves lapped at the shore, and seagulls flew overhead where colors splashed across the sky in a lovely sunset. This was my favorite place to be, and where I felt completely carefree, and where I could forget my troublesome worries.
"Jackie," a soft voice called. I turned, my brown hair playing about my face that had been slightly touched with pink from the sun. "Jordan," I exclaimed when I saw my best friend approaching me, "I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow." I gave her a welcome home hug. She smiled, enjoying when she surprised me. "We were restless. Who wants to be in the dreary weather of New York when summer is just beginning?" I laughed. "When you called two nights ago you had exclaimed over the luxurious restaurants, and tall buildings with fascinating people who talked nonstop. Has city life wore out its welcome?" "Well, Mrytle Beach isn't exactly not a city," she said, laughing, "but, yes, I didn't really like it. At first I did," she admitted, pushing back a strand of dirty blond hair. "Now, I'm not so sure. After a time, I began missing life in South Carolina. Besides, I was lonesome for the sound of the crashing waves. All I hear in New York are passing cars." "Well, I'm glad you're back," I said, locking my arm with hers. "Now, we'll have the whole summer to ourselves." And, like we had done years ago, we drew pictures in the sand, and ran barefoot through the waves, laughing like silly children. Then we lied down on the sand, and counted the stars in the sky, beginning to talk of past memories. "Remember Mr. Brinks? He was our music teacher, wasn't he? He was so kind. I sometimes wonder if he'll ever come back here. Myrtle Beach is just so beautiful." I nodded, smiling softly. "Yes, it is." "Let me think of another time," she said aloud. "Oh, remember when Austin poured ice down your back? Of course, I barely knew you then, but I remember you being as mad as a hornet." I stood up, wiping the sand from my clothes. I didn't feel like talking of the past anymore-- not when it had to do with Austin. "What's wrong, Jackie?" she asked, standing up. "It's getting late. My parents will be worried," I answered, hurrying away. Tears stung at my eyes, but I willed them back. I had refused to ever speak or think of Austin Blaire again, but it appeared that my heart hadn't forgotten or released the pain he had caused me.
© 2011 Kelly M.Author's Note
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