Chapter 1: The Past Behind a Girl's Heart
Chelsea stared at the ocean, the currents bringing the waves on shore then back into the ocean. She sighed as she watched the waves come up onto her feet, making her feet wet and with the light breeze; making them a little cold. The young blonde looked back out into the mass of different colors in the sky. Red, orange, blue, yellow, pink, and a little bit of white.
Chelsea looked back onto the story of how she came here.
story begins
A young baby had shown up on the beach, wearing nothing but a blanket and laying in a basket. Two kind, gentle people had found her and took her in their home and made her their child. They planned not to tell her about her not being blood related to them until she grew old enough to understand.
The young baby they had found soon grew into a very beautiful girl. At the age of 8, she had met two boys that were a year older than her and were both brothers. Their name's were Sora and Roxas.
The young blonde ran down the stretch of sand. "You'll never catch me!" she yelled behind her as she turned the corner of the large tree house.
"Gotcha!" a voice yelled as they tackled the young girl to the sand.
"That's not fair! You snuck up on me!" she said, pouting at the brunette that had tackled her.
The boy grinned and helped her up onto her feet, watching as she frowned while she dusted her outfit off.
"Aw no fair. I was gonna catch her this time. Sora, you're no fun." a boy with blonde hair pouted at his twin brother.
Sora. Laughed at the both of them and climbed up the ladder on the side of the tree house.
"Sora, what are you doing?" Chelsea asked the boy who jumped up onto the sandy path. He just waved and ran off.
Chelsea looked over at Roxas and sighed shaking her head. They only had to wait for 5 minutes before Sora came back with three sea salt ice creams in hand. He handed one to Roxas and the other to Chelsea and bit into his own.
"Thanks." Sora smiled over at Chelsea and looked out into the ocean.
story stops
Two figures dropped down next to the blonde. Chelsea looked at both of them and giggled. Sora and Roxas both had a light blue stain around their lips. Probably from eating all that sea salt ice cream, she thought smiling.
Sora and Roxas were both of her best friends from childhood. Sora had long brown hair that was always up in spikes. He always wore his normal red shirt and red pants with a white and blue jacket. Of course he always wore his yellow shoes that were three times his size but never fell off his feet. His twin brother, Roxas, had blonde hair that wasn't as big and spiky as Sora;
Sora held three more ice creams in his hand, handing one to Roxas, one to Chelsea and popping the other into his mouth.
Chelsea nibbled on the frozen treat and stared down at her toes that were partially buried in the sand.
"What ya thinking' 'bout?" Roxas asked, noticing the change in her attitude.
Chelsea leaned backwards until she was laying on the sand.
"Stuff. 'Bout how we grew up together and the time in school that we spent skipping away out here." Sora gave a loud laugh, falling backwards and laying next to his best friend.
Roxas followed cue and fell back as well, looking up at the sky. "I wonder when your mom is gonna get back."
Chelsea's smile dimmed and she went back to when she first found out the secret.
story begins again
Chelsea looked over at her parents that sat at the table. They were both eating like normal but she could tell something was wrong. They hadn't asked how her day at school was and what her and the boys were up to. She had to figure out what was going on.
"Umm, did I do something wrong?" that made both parents drop their utensils and look over at their daughter in surprise. Chelsea's bright sea foam eyes shown with worry and sadness.
Her mother smiled at her lightly. "Oh no, sweetie. You haven't done anything wrong."
Chelsea nodded and went back to her food. After dinner, they told her they wanted to talk and that's when she found out the truth.
"So, you're not my real parents? I was brought here by the ocean and you had taken me in?" Chelsea asked, trying to understand what was going on.
Both of her "parents" nodded and looked at each other. Chelsea smiled at them both, startling them.
"It doesn't matter that you're not my blood related parents. You have always been there for me and treated me kindly. You'll always be my parents in my eyes."
Tears formed at her mother's eyes. She rushed over and hugged her baby girl to her chest. Chelsea thought things couldn't get any better.
But they didn't get better, they actually turned worse. Her father had caught a disease and was now lying in his bed, pale and sickly looking. Chelsea was allowed to see him but he feared she would catch it so he always made her leave after a while.
Soon enough, he had died and Chelsea and her mother mourned for their loss. Sora and Roxas were always trying to cheer her up but nothing seemed to work. It took time but she did get better until her mother had gotten a new job that always required her attention at different places all over the land. She was rarely home and that made Chelsea even more depressed.
Chelsea soon understood that she would hardly see her mother and tried not to dwell on it but it still kept her awake at night, wondering if she'd come home soon. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Finally, Chelsea gave up on all hope on seeing her for a long time, not wanting to get all excited just to be disappointed in the end.
She learned to live with it.
story ends
Chelsea sat up, her long blonde hair falling down her back. The light from the sun setting shown in her eyes.
Getting up, she made her way down to the boat that was tied to the dock.
"Come on. We better get going. It's almost nightfall." She jumped down into the boat waiting for her best friends to hurry up. Finally, they made their way towards the town and tied the boat onto the town's dock and ran for their homes.
"Night!" they yelled to each other before walking into their houses. Tomorrow would be a new day and boy, would they have wished they never stepped foot out of their rooms.