Our Little Secret

Chapter 1: The Day It All Began

The only feelings accepted are happiness, sadness, fear, anger, pain, and surprise. No other feelings are allowed. This is why we take precautions such as medicine and trackers. - The Guardian

I don't know how many times I have heard this quote. My name is Arianna Mcreed, but everybody calls me Anna. I live in the "The Sunshine State" aka Florida. Today is a bright and sunny day in July. Picture it, the lush, green grass tickling your flip-flopped feet and the bright shiny sun hot on your back. It's the perfect day for a dip in the sandy beaches of Miami. So, I call my friends, Della and Marie, and we head to the beach. There aren't many choices because we all have trackers, and if we go outside the walls, well, let's just say, you would get a lot more than a tan. Anyway, we meet up at Sandy's Diner, a local hangout with stale coffee but the best brownies you've ever tasted. Then, we head out to the coast.

I'm not much of a surfer, but Della loves the waves. Marie just likes the tan. I, love the scenery and calmness. I mean of course I would, I live with three eccentric younger brothers. Back to the beach, we walk down the rickety wooden staircase and onto the beach I take of my sandals. The feeling of the hot, gritty sand engulfing my feet is causing me to jump and holler all the way to the cool water. I probably look like a complete idiot. I'm not sure, but I believe it's high tide, meaning the waves are great.

All of a sudden, the craziest thing happens. Somebody emerges from the water: a boy. He has light brown hair, now tinted dark brown from the water, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. They are brown and tinted with the smallest slivers of gold and green. He is also quite muscular with a tight six pack. He was dashingly handsome with straight, sparkly white teeth. His sun-kissed skin is glistening in the sunshine. When he passed by I felt a feeling I have never felt before, and I was scared and confused.

"Who's that?" I ask Della.

"I have no idea, but he's hot!" She responds.

"Please, you think every boy's hot." I tell Della. Della punches me in the arm, but I'm not worry about my throbbing arm, all I want to know is who he is.

Later that night I went home and did some research. I wanted to find out what I am feeling inside. After laborious nights of candy and energy drinks, I finally found what I was looking for.