"Come on, Anya. It is the last day of vacation. We need to spend it out surfing."
Just like any other summer day, Anya's friend Britney asks to go surfing. Anya keeps refusing. It is'nt because she is busy, it's because him. Lukas. Anya has known Lukas since first grade. Every day they went to Sunday School. They even live nextdoor. Anya craves for one minute to speak with him, but she is always interuppted by Caren. Caren is Lukas's girlfriend since the sixth grade. Caren is like all the Cliché girls who have daddy spend their money on them. Anya always craved that lifestyle.
When Anya was only five, her mom and dad left her. All they left her with was a snickers bar and a blanket. Every now and then Anya wants to see them, but she has been so buisy handling her job at the bar. Her adoptive mom owns the local bar. Anya saves all the money for her college fund, but never seems to find another way of work. She get tips from all the old and kinky men that have the slobbered beards and hair knotted in thin strips.
Anya focuses back to the phone caller on the other line.
She sighs largely and mumbles, "Okay…Meet me in five, behind my house. Tell your friends to keep the smokes off my lawn too." Anya hated giving in but she loves Britney to much to say no. Hopefully this time will be different.
Anya stepped off her bed and soothed her silky hair. She smiles in remeberance of the first day she meet Lukas. He touched her hair from the back and said there was a bug. She knew that inside her heart he was staring at her hair and craving for one more touch. Well, at least she hoped
She stepped into her red bathing suit slipping on a fer braclets and a hair tie through her blonde hair. Anya stumbles down the staircase to her fridge and grabs a water bottle and heads outside to the shack. She steps onto the hot sand and feels her feet being devoured and burned by the beaches sand. She runs as fast as she can to keep her feet off the sand. She slips and lands on her back. Her eyes fade black and she is limp.
After a few minutes, Anya gets her eyesight back. She stares deeply into green eyes. They look like forests. She get lost in this person's eyes. She sees trees and snakes and birds within. She is woken with a smack in the face. Britney stands infront of her. Her face looks relived as she states, "Oh man, Anya. I thought you were dying. Lukas over here.." Anya breaksther gaze and see Lukas. His green forests full of concern, "he was about to give you the kiss of life." Some one approached them in the beach sand. Caren.
"But he would NEVER do something stupid like that. He has something better." Caren implies the fact she hates Anya. It has been obvious ever since we live next door and she's majorly jealous. But comeon…me? Anya thought.
Caren gives Lukas a hand while he hovers up to the sand. He looks at Anya and floats back to Carens gaze. She is standing with her surfboard close by herstomach gripping as if it was the last day her and her board had together. Anya glared at Caren as she readher out for Lukas' hand. He broke her embrace. "Why wouldn't I save her?" he askes sharply. Caren laughs like what Lukas said was a joke. She realizes he isn't laughing along. "I'll give you time to think about what you just said. Call me later." Caren hisses walking away with her surfboard. She trips over a rock and Anya laughs quietly. This is only the beginning she thought.