Chapter One

52 0 0
                                    

When I got off of the plane, I was in Brighton. The first thing I saw after grabbing my luggage was a large group of people. And I do mean large! My family waited for their bags as I went to a coffee stand. I ordered my parents drinks I knew they would want as well.
The crowd slowly started to shrink. Then, a girl about my height (5'3), with dark brown, short hair walked over to the stand as I waited for my orders. I looked at her and she gazed back.
"I'm guessing you're a celebrity." I said, my Irish accent making me sound like a bitch.
"Not at all. At least, I don't see myself as one." The girl responds looking back at her coffee being made.
A goofy looking guy, (I'm assuming he's around 23,) comes around and places his arm on the girl's shoulder.
"Hey Zoe. Whatcha doing?" He said in the funniest sounding voice I've ever heard. He was holding a camera.
"Just grabbing a bit of coffee." Zoe tells him looking into the camera lens.
I'm handed my drinks.
"Well, it was nice talking to you." I tell to Zoe.
"You're new to Brighton aren't you?" She asked sounding genuinely interested.
"Yeah. I'm going to school here. My parents and sister are just dropping me off before going back to Ireland."
"That sounds great! Meet me at the beach and I'll show you around!" Zoe insisted excitedly.
"Will do." I nod before going back to my group.
"Oh!" I heard from behind me.
"Sorry?" I responded.
"What's your name?" Zoe asked.
"Jenny." I told her

Deep, Dark, and Caspar-ousWhere stories live. Discover now