Author's notes: This story contains a few OCs… If you need short bio of each, here they are:
Connecticut/Julienne Paris: A self-place character ^_^_^' She's 14 years old, has long, curly, brown hair that's often left not brushed; blue eyes, and somewhat pale skin. She is 5'4". Personality is explained a bit at the beginning of the story
New Hampshire/Lilah: Modeled after my BFF, Lilah. (FlyingSolo365) She has long, straight "light brown" hair, green eyes, and short. Lilah is Caucasian. Her age is 14. She's tough and stands her ground. Lilah is Julienne's older sister (Yes, Lilah, in this story you are older than I….even if that's not that case IRL; D)
California/Maddie Foxx: Modeled after my older sister, Maddie. (FlyingSaucerScout) She's a little strange, but lovable. Maddie has straight, long, brown hair; is Caucasian, has blue eyes, and is about Julienne's height. She is 16 years old and is Julienne's sister.
Lilah and/or Maddie, if you want above descriptions changed, please notify me. Carolina, if you want to be in this story, please tell me and what country/state/etc you'd like to be.
Julienne's POV
I gazed out across my beachfront property. It's not as great as you'd think it is. The water attracts mosquitoes, sand gets between your toes, and you could step on broken shells or even hermit crabs. You can hardly ever see beneath the water to your feet, and there was a lot of seaweed. The Atlantic gurgled green with algae and plankton, not exactly the true blue most people would associate with the ocean.
I pondered. Somewhere out there, maybe among the stars in the sky, there must be a guy out there that doesn't mind my stalker skills or harpooning aptitude. Someone should be out there who would love me for who I am. Maybe it would be a small country, I wouldn't mind that. Then, he wouldn't mind my small land mass.
He'd also need to be able to tolerate my mood's habit of changing at slight things. I'm not really emotionally stable if my mood can be changed by miniscule changes in anything I've planned out.
I already feel like I'm piling on too much for any guy to live up to, but I want him to be soft, sensitive. I'd want him unlike Lilah. She can be sensitive, but she stands her ground. She's firm, rock-solid as her mountains. Lilah's not exactly single, too… She flirts with many guys, has big boobs, and she believes in polygamy, too. Combined with her spunky, funny, and just amazing in general personality, guys fall for her like mosquitoes being sprayed with deet.
Speaking of mosquitoes, some were really starting to bug me. I cursed my heavy woods and sprayed myself over with bug spray again. Looking at a grouping of mosquitoes, I sprayed some into the cloud- the tiny flies dropped to the ground, killed in an instant. They still bit me, though. I smacked one of the persistent pests on my leg. She fell, dead. I don't know what I'd do if I were Maine. He has almost double the tiny beasts and I could barely handle the ones I had.
When the third tick of the night started crawling its way towards my arm on the chair, I decided it was time to go in. Grabbing the harpoon by my side, I got up and walked to the door. The harpoon was just for security- I'd never hurt another whale, but just holding it made me think of those whaling days when I was younger- I shuddered. I have better targets now; non-living ones are much superior to the magnificent whales that roamed my shoreline in terms of objects of hunting.
That reminds me… Another thing to be added to my list would be my murderous feelings. They happen, and he'd need to either be able to cope with them, ignore them, or help me not have them. Maybe that's something I have to fix on my own… but it's not happening soon.
I shut the door behind me and rushed up my stairs. I changed into some of the least covering pajamas I could find that weren't just underwear- A threadbare white t-shirt, baggy on me, and some gray shorts were the best I could do. Kicking off my covers, I settled into bed. Stupid New England weather… The winter was freeze-your-butt-off cold and the summer could boil an apple's cider while still on the tree!
I wondered who could be out there, waiting for me to come along, just as I was waiting for him. I thought with all my might if I knew someone who met my requirements… I don't think I have yet, but I had a weird feeling I would meet him soon. I shook off the feeling and drifted to sleep.
I was originally going to write a Latvia's POV counterpart… But I didn't feel like it. So here's my chapter. Also, I was going to join chapter 2 to this, but I think this can be its own chapter. I have chapters 2 and 3 written… and I'll be writing more this summer. And I'll have the time to type them up, too… Hasta la Pasta!~