Angelina sat on the flat roof of her house staring out at the ocean waves; rolling back and forth, easing her chaotic mind to slow down the thoughts. She couldn't control her emotions, they wanted to explode…and then they wanted to cry, and finally some of the emotions wanted to smile. Her blue eyes scanned the empty beach; it was breezy out on the beach and no one was on it. The white sand whipped up with a breeze and smacked Angelina in the face.
"I don't like the taste of sand at 5 o'clock." She grumbled as the thought of her parents smacked her mind. It was when she last saw them, alive; five days ago there was a fire. Only Angelina knew how to escape so she ran into her parent's room, as her parents passed out in the flames. Their hair, clothes, everything was burning…then she blacked out. When Angelina woke up she was in the hospital with her Aunt and Uncle surrounding her bedside.
"Who saved me?" She asked with her voice weak as she drew into a heavy cough.
"I don't know, a boy from the neighborhood I think." Her Aunt explained, the only boy who knew Angelina in that neighborhood was James, but he wouldn't save her. They hated each other, and adored bothering the living life out the other. She didn't speak to Chris, he was Thalia's friend. Angelina decided to forget about it and was told that she would be living with her Aunt and Uncle. They lived two blocks away from Angelina, so nothing would change. Same neighborhood, same town, but different family.
"YO! BLONDIE!" A rude voice shouted from the other side of the house, Angelina turned around and glared at James.
"What do you want twitty asshole?" She asked as he climbed up the side ladder and stood next to her.
"I should really push you off of the roof, but I don't want to be charged with murder." He smirked as his black eyes looked at her.
"I've always wondered who saved me from the fire." Angelina asked as she looked off into the street, not seeing the lies in James's eyes.
"I wonder too, he or she must really love you." He asked with his voice dropping with the breeze.
"Did you save me James?" She asked turning towards him as his tan face grew red.
"Well, look at the time gotta go." He quickly said and started walking away. Angelina let him pass as he ran down the ladder. Angelina felt her blonde hair fly back in the wind, she felt jealous of the person who saved her. She wished she could of saved her parents, so then she could be a hero to someone. Watch what you wish for Angelina.