Curse of the Seas

2020

The sun brightly shines over Miami, Florida. Lots of people decided to head to the beach in order to enjoy the sun and cool off with the waves. Others decided that they would enjoy this sunny Saturday afternoon in the comfort of their homes. Most of those who decided to stay home have pools in their backyards for them to cool off on blazing hot days such as this. One specific home was hosting a pool party.

There were about 20 kids enjoying their day around the pool. Some were sitting on the lounge chairs and enjoying some drinks while browsing through social media. Some were chatting with each other over what they were going to do during spring break. Some were even running around with water guns. The host of the party was watching over the pool and making sure it's ready to be used.

Her name is Amara.

She is sixteen years old and of hispanic descent with light brown skin and shoulder length black hair with light blue highlights. She is around five feet tall, much to her dismay as most of her friends are much taller than her. She is wearing a teal bikini which accents her petite chest and frame. She is part of the swim team of her school where she won many gold medals. She was making sure the pool was clean and ready for her friends to jump in and enjoy the afternoon. One of her friends approached her while she was cleaning out some leaves that fell in the pool.

"Is the pool done yet, Amara?" her friend said.

Amara turned to face her friend and replied, "Almost there, Emily. You're really excited to swim, huh?"

Emily was half-caucasian and half-hispanic and she had tanned skin. She had long, black hair and was about five feet and four inches tall. She was wearing an orange bikini that complimented her slim frame. She was waiting for Amara to finish preparing the pool. 

"Hell yeah I am! The sun's killing me out here. I'm sweating like crazy," Emily said while wiping some sweat off her forehead.

"Me too girl, it's really hot out here," Amara replied.

As she was checking the pumps to make sure they were functional, she got sprayed in the back of the head by a water gun blast.

"Hey, who did that?" She said as she turned to face where she thought the blast originated.

The culprit confessed, "Sorry 'bout that Amara! I thought you would appreciate getting cooled down!" He then ran off to chase his friends he was having a water gun fight with.

"Typical Ram," Emily said as she shook her head while watching him run off.

Amara replied with an annoyed tone, "Thank god I broke up with him. He's such a douche sometimes," She then continued cleaning up the pool.

"That got me thinking actually, how many relationships have you been in?" Emily inquired in an innocent tone.

Amara stopped for a second to think before she replied with a heavy sigh, "Fourteen. Eight dudes and six girls,"

Emily was slightly surprised when she heard her reply. "Damn, that's a lot of people... How do you move on so quickly?" she asked.

"Honestly, I'm not even sure myself how I'm able to hook up with someone else that fast. Maybe I'm just the kind of girl who can't get into any long term relationships," Amara replied in a melancholic tone.

Emily tried to reassure her friend, "Aww, don't be like that girl. Your longest was almost two years with Isabella. Say, sorry to ask but, how did you two separate again?"

Amara sighed, "It's kind of complicated. It's not like we had a huge argument or one of us did something horrible to the other. I guess we just thought that we worked better as close friends instead of lovers,"