"Ready..Go!" I yelled. My twin sister and I threw our stones across the shining sea. Mine skipped five times. Hers skipped four.
"You're good, onee-chan!" She told me.
"It's easy when you're part of the Golden Coast." I smiled at her. Zenna was only 5 minutes younger than I was, but she still used "onee-chan" and "sis" and stuff like that.
Oh, right. Introduction. My name is Aria Jones. I'm the eldest of twins, being the more cool-headed, reasonable one. I'm 14, in 1st year high school. I love the west coast so much, that when I turned 13, my dad let me live there. He's a very laid-back person. I have a lot of siblings, (Do NOT make me count them.) but I'm usually around Zenna.
"AGH!" I heard a scream. I spun around, Zenna no longer standing beside me. Instead, she was sitting in the ocean. She must have fallen off the rock we were standing on.
"Zenna..." I started, extending my hand to meet hers and help her up. "Go back to my house and dry off. We have to pack for our trip, remember?" We were going to England to meet my 'uncle' (really, he's just my dad's good friend) and his kids.
"Alright, sis. Which way is the house?" she asked me. I pointed off. She got a sarcastic look on her face. "Are you sure?"
I looked where I was pointing. Farther out into sea. Despite my responsibility and smarts, I had no sense of direction whatsoever.
"GAH! I-I mean over there..." I pointed toward the hill behind us. I had a villa on the top. My dad was rich. The garden alone was HUGE!
"Alright, I'll go up." Zenna said as she pulled herself upright. Then she moved around me to go towards my house.
"I'll be there later!" I called after her.
"Sure thing!" I heard her yell back.
I decided to stay by the sea for a while longer. We'd be leaving for England tomorrow, so I figured I might as well enjoy the glittering ocean while I could.
