Blind.
Chapter one.
Massie Block woke up to her iPod/alarm clock playing "Crazier" by Taylor Swift. She sat up in her bed and grabbed her caramel hair and pulled it up in a pony tail and let it fall again. She reached over and checked her At&t Lg Xenon for any new texts. She had 3.
Derrick: Hey Block, we still up for the beach?
Massie smiled. She could already manage the beach with her crush and best friend. Yes, Derrick is her crush, but right now he's going out with the stupid Alicia Rivera. Massie couldn't believe Derrick didn't realize what he could have. And Her best friend was of course, Cam. Ever since they moved in next store Massie could tell him everything well almost everything. She couldn't tell him who she liked, it would just be weird. Derrick, Cam, and Massie had been best friends since second grade. None of the girls in the class really understood Massie or were jealous of her. Massie was very pretty after all. The girls loved spreading rumors. Massie texted back immediately.
Massie: of course, I'll be at your house around 12.
Massie opened the next text. It was from Cam.
Cam: c u at da beach! :P
Massie: haha, I always do (:
That was partially true. Living on the coast of Huntington Beach you tend to hang at the beach close to everyday. The last text was from Sam, her brother.
Sam: hey lil sis, it'd be best to avoid mom dis morning.
Massie: omfg.
Massie closed her phone. She heard her mom stomping her feet in her room. Massie hated her mom. Ever since her dad and mom got divorced Massie's mom has been popping pills as if it was normal. Massie and her brother avoided her mom all the time. It was easy considering their house was huge, and her mom never left her room. The only people that knew about Massie's mom were Derrick and Cam. They had kept her secret for five years. Massie decided to skip breakfast just in case she made any noise that would let her mom know she was up. Massie showered, blow dried, and straightened her hair. She wore her pink juicy couture bikini underneath a pair of RL denim short shorts and a DKNY tank top, she put her hair up. She rated herself as a 9.8. She grabbed her bag and sprinted to the door, the faster she was out of that crazy house the better.