Chap. 1

"Aqua-Aqua-Aquamarine!" someone shook me fiercely.

"Who – what," I yelled, opening my eyes.

"You were twitching!" Ashley said.

Ashley is my best friend.

My name is Aquamarine Smith, why I have that name, IDK, but my friends call me Aqua.

I have bleach blonde hair, and for some reason, my mom says I was born with a sea-blue streak in my hair, and my eyes are icy blue, I'm crazy looking, right?

My friend, Ashley Matthews, or Ash for short, is 15, like me, she has chocolate brown hair and auburn colored eyes.

"Where's my mom?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"She and your dad went on the fishing boat for the summer!" she said excitedly. Hearing her tone made me blink in surprise, "Without me-I mean-us?" I asked.

"Yep," Ash grinned.

"So, we're alone." I asked, getting up.

"D-U-H," Ashley nudged me lightly.

I shot up like a bullet, putting on a t-shirt (pink) and a pair of stone-washed jeans. While I tied my shoes, Ashley smiled,

"Wanna' go to the Smooth Smoothie?"

"Yeah, we can meet Brittani there." I said.

"Should I call her, she could be asleep…" Ash said, grumbling.

"No-I'll call her," I grinned and snatched Ashley's phone from her boot. Dialing Britt's #, out came a muffled voice, "Hello?"

"Brittani! Are you still sleeping?" Ashley yelled by my ear.

I pushed Ash over with one hand over my ear.

"Nu-not anymore with you yelling in my ear," Came Britt's irritated voice from the other line.

Ashley stuck out her tongue, and was grumbling again.

"Well-anyway-you wanna come get a smoothie with us?"

"Right now?-its 10 o'clock-I'm flippin' sleeping!" she said and I heard some shuffling as she got up.

"I guess we'll see you there." I said and hung up.

I opened the door, the fresh sea breeze whapping me face and sending me back on my heels.

Ashley pushed me forward again, straightening out her plaid skirt and white shirt, "Can you watch what you're doing-and put on a jacket-its 23 degrees out!"

"Well, you should be wearing pants then!" I said, laughing.

She huffed, gave me my jacket, and stomped back up my stairs to steal a pair of my leggings.

I sighed; Ashley was always stealing my clothes.

I waited while I heard her grunt, apparently trying to fit in my jeans.

I'm very skinny, I mean, like way skinny, like a toothpick, my friends say, they call me toothpick and I call Brittani Paper Thin and Ashley Muddy Cake.

Why muddy cake, you ask? Well, when we were little she ate a mud cake that I made, and she got sick for weeks on end. I felt so bad that I ate one so I could feel her pain, big mistake on my part, because when I ate the mud cake, she got better the next day, so I was stuck in my bed while she got to play on the beach with Brittani. Though I'm glad I was sick, I hate the beach, water, etc. What I don't understand is why we moved here, if my parents know I hate water.

"MUDDY! COULD YA HURRY UP? I WANT TO MEET BRITTANI BEFORE NOON!" I yelled up the stairs.

Ashley came down the stairs in her skirt once more. She lifted her shirt up and slapped her stomach, which of course, made it jiggle. "I'm so fat!" she commented.

"No-you're just…pudgy." I couldn't help but stifle a giggle as she looked at me with a scowl.

"C'mon, let's get going before Brittani ditches us," Ashley said, walking out the door.