Some of y'all know that I wrote a story like this, but I deleted it since it was bland. I decided to rewrite it, and I've noticed that there's a Fan fiction with a similar plot. I am well aware of this and I'm not copying. If some of the stuff is similar that's not my fault, I haven't read that fan fic. I got into the game a while back and I'm now OBSESSED! I hope you guys enjoy, I'll try to make it as close to the actual game as possible, but still make it original. Enjoy!
Caroline knew for a fact that something was in the air that day. The salty smell that blew in from the restless ocean burned her nose, but she still stood on the balcony.
"I'm not so sure if I want you girls flying across the Atlantic alone." The old and crackled voice of Nellie brought Caroline out of her fantasies.
"We'll be fine, what's going to happen? We crash?" She turned away from her view of the black sanded beach and looked at her grandmother.
"Something like that." When Caroline was younger, around ten or eleven, she would sit in the living room and listen to her gran's stories. The stories ranged in plot. From penguins that could really fly to her favorite: an underwater city.
Now she was fifteen, and the stories that she was told had slipped from her mind like the tides of the water; once fresh but then pulled away to be replaced by another. She could hardly remember the name of the city that was described in such a lovely way. All the young teen could remember was how Gran's eyes looked sad and distant when describing the beautiful city's bright lights and glamorous buildings.
"I'm going for a walk down the beach." She unzipped her black leather jacket and adjusted her white turtleneck sweater. With difficulty, she put her leg over the railing and felt for a bar on the rose trellis.
"I will never understand your style." Caroline looked down at her skinny jeans and riding boots.
"I hate those skirts, I wish more girls would wear jeans." Ounce both of her feet were on the bar, she started to climb down, avoiding the thorns on the decent.
"Caroline!"
"Ah!" Raven's voice made her loose her grip and tumble to the grass. When she saw that her friend wasn't getting up she rushed to her side.
"You OK?" she asked offering Caroline help with her pale hand. Like Raven expected she clambered to her feet on her own. Just to stubborn for her own good she was.
"I'm fine, but I'll be better when I fix my knee." The pain wasn't that bad, but the denim rubbed the scab in the wrong way. Raven noticed that a dark raspberry stain started to form and slowly got bigger. "One problem."
"What?"
"I can't move my freakin' knee!"
Even this is bland! I promise that it will speed up eventually, next chapter! I hope you enjoyed, leave a comment telling me how if it was good or bad. If leaving a bad review please don't be to harsh, I have enough problems with my self esteem.
Hope you enjoyed!
