Authors Note:
ok so if you like this tell me because idk if its any good, i always make short little stories and decided to see if anyone liked it. this is my first time to do this so be kinda gentle and if you have any ideas or anything then please tell me!(: thanks.(:
today was the day. the day of the funeral. my bestfriend just a week earlier had died in my arms suffering from a bullet in a major aterie in her arm.
i wore a simple black dress with simple plack pumps with a black hat that had a short black veil that just barley went to my eyebrows, wearing the locket that callie had given me three years ago for christmas. with the family ring i got when my mother passed six years ago, it was a triangle with strips of blue going through it. finall i was ready to go, when i stepped out of my car to walk into the parlor, i saw people was looking pittily at me. i didnt need thier pitty who did they think they were? i asked myself when i felt the blast of air come onto me when i entered the gloomy parlor. i took a seat with callie's family, they considered me like thier own since my mother died i never had a father all i knew was that he lived inland while i live in the carribean on a island right off of florida called st. kitts, in a small bungalo that is white with light yellow shutters on the coast of st thomas lowlands.i went surfing everyday with callie we would meet at the beach and ride waves till' the sun went down.i was like the town herp with my surfing, i went all the way to nationals a last year, but now i just stay with small town local stuff. "thankyou for being here today" her brother mike said.
"im sorry that we have to be here." i said looking at my hands. "why? because you know its your fault?" her mom screech at me. i was stunned "no, no it isnt!" i said looking ahead at the casket. i walked up to it to look at here one more time. i noticed that she had her board fin in the casket with her. it was my fault. i pulled her into the whole gang scene. its my fault. i quickly backed away tears coming to my already bloodshot eyes "im sorry. i understand if you never want to see me again." i said glancing at her mother befor racing to my car to drive, drive away from the hatred her parents felt for me. but also the girl laying in the casket it didnt look like her. she looked so pale, cally was always full of life so tanned, and the girl in the casket couldnt be her. i drove to my house and refused to leave, i sat in my room with the shutters closed so no light could ever enter the room. after three days without really drinking or eating or even sleeping, something happened i thought never would, my dad showed up.
"you need to leave this room!" he barged back into my life like he had barged into my room. "who the hell do you think you are!" i screamed, but really he has been gone since i was six and now he thinks he can just walk in like this? this is not what is going to go well, i can tell.
"im your father that is who and you are still seventeen so that means im taking with you to live with me! if you arent going to leave this house and talk to people. then you are coming with me. the movers will be here soon too pack everything up and take it to the airport to ship it to the rez." "im not going anywhere this is the only way to stay close to them!" i scream gripping the side of my matress that i was laying on. "we are leaving in ten minutes better have enough clothes for a few days." "im not going." i said pulling my covers over my head. "suddenly i had been pulled out of the bed and left to go to a car. "stay in here till i get back with some clothes." he said walking back into the house. i sat in the car fuming not wanting to cry so i just punched the window instead i actually was able to spiderweb the window, i was pretty imrpessed with myself, but i guess from paddling against the current and everything had really helped me to buff myself up over the years. i just smiled at the fact that i had broke my dads window when he walked out he just frowned when he threw the bags into the trunk. "that is really imature, i thought you would mature living by yourself." "i did maybe if you were here then you would of known that." i said acid dripping off every word. he just turned the car on and took off in the direction of the airport.
"im not boarding that plane." i said looking away through what would have been my window.i glanced over and saw that he was contemplating something.
"im sorry anna, but they dont want you here, the johnson boy had called me to tell me that you need to leave to get away from this island, that some of the locals are upset with you and want you to leave thinking that you are now an endanger to thier kids." i just kept staring out of the window knowing that it was probably true. i knew that if i didnt board that plane now i would probably do something really stupid. "whatever i dont care. all those people were posers anyway." that was all i said to him till we reached the main land and took off on another plane to some town called forks and drove ten minutes out from there to some indian reservation called la push this is so going to suck, looks like im going to have to surf in the cold. "tell me where i will be staying. and then dont talk to me ever again." was all i requested when i got out of the car. "first you have the room down the hall to the right, your car that i think you will need is in the garage and you have school in the morning."
"what ever did you bring my board and swim suit?" i said dragging my eyes away from the house to him. "yeah, but be carefull since its summer kids think that its time to surf." he said looking at me. even though im not a local i still know how this town works. geeze i once was a local.
hell i even was a gidget. i walked into my new bathroom and took a shower and put my swim suit and wetsuit. looking for my sunglasses in my purse was a small challenge but i found them on the bottum of the bag. then i pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail. my hair was blonde and went to my shoulders and had a natural look that i usually went with wich is of course half wavy half straight. "bye." i told frank,my dads name, and went to the garage with my board in tow. in there i found a blue chevy avalanche. itll do i guess i threw my board in the back knowing i would take it easy so i wouldnt break my board and pulled out to go to the beach that was a few minutes away. we had passed it on the way home so i knew where it was at.
i pulled into a parking lot scoping out the place it was a total freakshow( packed with people) i parked and got my board out looking for the best spot to go in on. i locked my truck with my sandals and shades in there so i wouldnt have to worry bout them. and walked to a part that looked like it was getting some pretty big swells. i paddled out and it seemed like a massive wave was coming in. i was ready i needed to ice this one. i called "coming down" and was tottaly carving it and did a perfect arial. then i heard dropping in. and was suddenly beefing it, this person better be ready to shed some blood. nobody and i mean nobody drops in on me, this person is so going to get it. first day and im already beefing with a local or kook. great. when she got done surfing the wave that I CALLED i paddled over to where she was, "dont ever drop in on me again, if you ever want to not have to worry about having your car jacked you stupid kook," i said calmly and then went in. im deffinantly going to have to go somewhere else if im wanting to get in a good session. i got out of the water and headed to my truck. put my board in the back and took off, i need a few things before i go home. i headed to town looking for a grocery store. when i finally found one i went in to get some stuff, and headed back out again this time looking for the school so i wouldnt get lost in the morning. i finally found it and decided it was late enough to go home.
i went in the house grabbed some grub and went into my room so i wouldnt have to deal with dad. the next day i woke up early so that i wouldnt have to rush to get to school. i wore a yellow long sleeve shirt with a grey jacket. i picked out the holiest jeans i had, wich were the knees were taken out with my locket cally gave me. i drove to the school early so i could get a parking spot and find all my class rooms before school starts. "hi my name is anna silvera, im need a schedule." i said trying to muster the sweetest look i could get. "alright honnie, i think you will need your teachers to sign this paper then i need you to bring it to me after school." she said looking like she wanted to codle me or something. "thankyou." i smiled. i walked out to look for my locker when i ran into the wall. that is so embarressing i thought while i picked myself up off the floor. "watch where your going!" "sorry," i said and started to walk away when i heard a scream, 'oh no it cant be happening again' i panicked looking around for the gun that had to be here, but it just turned out some girl was running at me...wait why is some girl running at me?
i suddenly braced myself for the impact of her body, but instead i just felt a small flick on my face. i just blinked a few times before i registered that she had just tried to punch me. this kook just picked a beef with someone she doesnt want to fight with, trust me. "did you just punch me?" i said through my teeth, "dont talk to my paulie!" i dropped my bag and looked at her like she was crazy, "who is paul?" "the boy you were talking to!" she screeched. "you are going to hit me? for being polite? you people are kooks." i said laughing and picked up my bag starting to walk away when i felt someone grab my arm. "Don't walk away from me, you bitch!" the bimbo screeched. She is really starting to annoy me. "you really need to check yourself, before you do something to really piss me off. did i mention that i had a small temper...ok maybe a big one, but its not as bad as it used to be! "well i think should make me," she smirked she must think that this was a smart comeback. obviously all that hair chemicals has killed a few braincells. "so are you saying you want to do this right now cuz i'm telling you i will if you want." i said calmly, but i never gave her a chance to answer i just dropped my bags and swung. i used to be in kick boxing so all i needed was one hit and she was out. did i tell you i was good at hitting things? when i saw her fall i picked up my belongings and began my search for my first class. i finally found it but not before the final bell rang to let the slackers know they were late for class. "hi sorry im late i got lost i'm Anna im the new student." i said silently i may be a trouble maker but im not one for the spot light. "yes, yes i'm Mr. Cerl and i'll be your calculus teacher for the year, take a seat next to kimberly, kim raise your hand." said the elderly man. a timid looking girl raised her hand after a few seconds her face as red as a tomato. i walked back to the empty seat next to her and stuck my hand out, "hi, nice to meet you im Anna." i said grasping her hand when she stuck it out shaking it firmly. what can i say when you grip your board your fingers get a workout. "well you know my name is kimberly but you can call me kim." the black headed girl whispered. with that we both turned around with a smirk on our faces. i could feel eyes glancing at me all through the day, other than that my day went pretty slow, at lunch i went to the library to sit in because i didnt want to have to seek out some loser table or sit by myself. when the final bell wrung i let out a sigh of relief i felt like i was on the verge of a panic attack all day, waiting for Rohnie(the shooter) to pop out with a gun held to my head. walking out the door i practically ran to my truck and not because it was raining but because i was so excited to surf to release all of the stress that has built up in me over the day. i pulled into the vacant lot and changed into a wet suit since it was so cold out the wet suit would help conserve some of my little body heat i put off. and also to help cover up some of the scars on my body.
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