Belly P.O.V (point of view)
Age Thirteen
The next morning I woke up to the sun peeking through the window shades. I looked over at the clock with the bright red numbers. 6:45. Around now, sometimes I'd go into the boy's room and see if Conrad or Jeremiah would walk to the beach with me if they were up. I snuck into the boys room, silently. The door creeked open.
I looked at Conrad's bed first. Conrad was asleep, sprawled in a star shape. I then looked over at Jeremiah, who was awake and on his ipod. He didn't notice me standing there for a moment, but when he did, he knew why I was there.
"Wanna go?" He whispered to me.
I nodded.
I went back into my room and tied my long brown hair up into a bun. I then slid my pink flip-flops on my feet. I walked into our kitchen, knowing that Jeremiah was probably there. He was. We left a note for Laurel and Susannah if they woke up before we got back.
The beach was about a mile away from cousins, but the walked seemed short. Once we approached the boards leading to the beach, I ran ahead of Jeremiah. Once I got to the top, I kicked my flip-flops off and jumped onto the sand, sprawled out like Conrad was in his bed.
Once Jeremiah reached the top, I heard him chuckle. He kicked his shoes off and ran toward me. He jumped over me, kicking sand into my mouth, but I didn't care, this was my world. He then lied on the sand a few feet away from me.
We lied there for 10 minutes at least with only the sound of the waves and the seagulls. This was my favorite time at the beach. So much peace and quiet. Jeremiah was first to get up. He went by the edge of the water and let the ice water tickle his toes. I followed and did the same.
After, I started to walk around and collect shells. I put them in a pile. Jeremiah did the same and put his shells in the same pile. Sometimes, in the mornings, Jeremiah and I put our shells in a pile, and then brought them to the shore to throw, and skip. But this time we didn't. Just collected.
We collected shells for around another hour before going back to the house. A very short little hour. A short little hour of seashells. Jeremiah and I didn't talk very much in that hour, but we knew what each other was thinking through the looks we had and the way we acted.
Jere is really my best friend. My best guy friend at least. He is the only one out of the 3 boys who treat me nicely. If he doesn't it's because he just wants to fit in. I'm never "Belly, the outcast" when Jere's around. I'm just Belly. Just Belly.
Next Chapter should be here soon!
Thanks for Reading!
~Blacklove 190
