Just Breathe

Chapter 3 | Justin Timberlake would be so jealous of my voice

Chapter 3 | Justin Timberlake would be so jealous of my voice

"Mom, c'mon, I'm tired!"

"Stop complaining Cassidy! It's not even that big of a deal. We are just walking."

"Exactly! We've been doing this for so long that my feet could fall from my body any second," I tell her trying to keep my voice down. I didn't want people staring at me.

"Cut the drama Cass!" My dad says. "You'll be just fine."

God they are impossible! We've been walking for like two hours and I don't know if I could do it any longer.

When they came into my room this morning telling me that we will take a walk on the oceanside later, they didn't mention that this walk would take 2 fricking hours. I didn't want to come in the first place, but it was either this or doing the dishes, moping the floors, scrubbing the toilet and the sink and taking out the trash. It wasn't even a fair deal!

"Can we just go home? Please?" I say after some time.

"Just a few more minutes and we're good to go," They tell me with o shrug.

Seriously? They are really ok with leaving? I thought they will just tell me that I'm acting like a baby and I'm so annoying that they will lock me up for the rest of my life.

Ok, maybe not exactly that, but something close.

"Finally!"

I am so sick of the beach and of my parents' enthusiasm that never seemed to cease. I just want to collapse in my bed and sleep for three days. Better make that 3 years. Walking is more exhausting than I thought it would be.

***

After twenty more minutes of taking photos and eating ice-cream we finally got a cab and went home.

It was around 4 p.m when we arrived. At this hour the sun is still shining bright; way too bright for my liking.

My parents don't look like they walked for hours; it is actually the opposite. They have big smiles on their faces and they smell like they are coming from Tinkerbell's garden. How is that even possible?

I, on the other hand, well... I am looking like I ran a marathon and then got hit by a truck, or two.

After we get inside, I go to my room to take a quick shower, letting both of my parents to talk about how much fun they had today.

After changing in comfortable clothes and pulling my hair up into a messy bun I lay in bed for a bit, thinking if I should take a nap or do something else.

Despite feeling that my body could fall apart, I am not tired at all; so I take my iPod and my headphones from one of my desk's drawers and start playing my favorite playlist while still laying in bed with my eyes closed.

We've been here for five days now, and I was bored as fuck - not that I thought it would be different. I haven't made any friends, but it's not something that upsets me or anything; I expected it to be like this. It's true that I don't get out of the house too often but it's like this city is a field full of big bad dogs and I am a scared cat sitting in a cage right in the middle of them. So why get out?

It turned out that people around here aren't too friendly. After the incident with that Aiden guy from my first day here, I met several more grumpy teenagers. For example on Monday I went jogging and someone from o group that I passed on my route started shouting things at me, and let me tell you, they were nowhere nearly pleasant. After that, jogging in this city was not an option anymore.